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dingochef · 11 months

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Take Care

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Jake takes of El, even if it's from afar and while their relationship hangs in peril.

This is a one shot to my series Stepping to You Toe-to-Toe. Best read after Chapter 12: Cliche.

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The moment Jake hangs up with Wolfie about calling in a favor to get Elsa a security system today, he is still plagued by the need to do something, something more to protect Elsa.

He wryly notes that Elsa would be half annoyed because she's said on more than one occasion, "I'm a grown ass woman who can and has taken care of herself, thank you very much." The other half would be secretly touched but the gesture. That stranglehold of sadness of just how much he's fucked things up with her closes in around his heart and he tries to push it away and think of something to he can fix right now.

He recalls her story about letting Creepy Bill have it and Millie backing her up. He knows Millie, she's Phoenix's aunt or something and has been at a few celebrations. He calls Phoenix.

"Come on, come on, pick up, he mutters to himself as he paces around the small kitchen.

Finally, a groggy voice answers, "Hangman, what the fuck do you want on a Sunday morning?"

"Good morning to you too, I need your Aunt Millie's number. "

Jake hears the absolute confusion in her voice,

"Why on earth do you want her number? Trying to move on after Elsa? I'm pretty sure Millie's wife Candace is going to have a few issues with that."

Phoenix's razor sharp wit doesn't take long to come online in the morning.

He gives her the fastest recap of the whole situation he can and finishes with,

"Millie probably has Bill's address."

"Figures creepy old man is involved. One, you're going to promise me that you'll bring someone with you capable of preventing you from beating this dude into a pulp and getting you court martialed. Two, don't think this is going to be enough to get back with Elsa. You know you have a looooooot of shit fix," she says, drawing out the o in a lot to a long syllable.

"I know, I just want to be able to do something, even if she never wants to see my face again," he pauses, the thought creating a deep ache in his chest, "Can you help me out?"

She sighs, it almost sounds like sympathy, and says,

"Yeah, I'll text it to you. Give me a quick sec to call her and let her know what's up."

"Thank you, Phoenix."

"Later Hangman," and then she adds a little more softly, "Good Luck."

He paces around the small house for five minutes trying to wait long enough to call Millie.

A text comes in from Phoenix.

Phoenix: Millie is pissed so she just gave me Bill's address with the promise you won't do anything stupid, I gave her an 85% guarantee on that.

Phoenix: Bill Wilson

8585 Saturna Court

La Jolla

Phoenix: DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID!

Jake: Thank you.

He gets dressed quickly throwing on some jeans, a white t-shirt, and his bomber jacket. His next stop is Rooster's room. Jake doesn't spare the door when he raps on it to wake Rooster up.

"What that fuck, who is it?" Rooster groans.

"It's me, Hangman, get up. I need a favor from you."

"Fuck off," he shouts back.

"Rooster, this is the least you could do after the shit you pulled last night. It's about Elsa, some guy is stalking her."

"Fine, fine, let me put some god damn clothes on."

"Try to look intimidating."

"Yeah, ok." Rooster snorts.

A few minutes later he emerges wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. They're out the door and walking towards Jake's car. Jake starts the car and pulls away, headed off the island and towards La Jolla.

"So what's the deal and why do you need me to go with you?" He asks.

Jake runs him through the situation and gets him up to speed.

"So, we're going to go beat up some old guy who can't take a hint, or in this case a giant fucking billboard?"

"No, just more of a come to Jesus talk and to scare him a little bit. Phoenix made me promise to bring someone so 'I wouldn't do anything stupid.'"

"Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Basically just stand there and try to look intimidating, I'll do the talking."

"Okey dokey."

They find Creepy Bill's house and park at the curb. As they walk up to the house, Jake tells Rooster,

"Put your sunglasses on,"

Rooster snorts and points to the very overcast sky,

"It's for effect, dumbass."

Rooster rolls his eyes and complies.

As they stand on the small porch, Jake asks Rooster,

"Ready?"

He nods.

Jake gives three sharp raps on the door, not bothering with the doorbell.

There is a small amount of shuffling and then the door opens to a man in his 50s with slightly graying hair who is a couple of inches shorter than Jake or Rooster

"Are you Bill Wilson?" Jake asks.

The older man nods,

"Yes, that's me. What can I help you with?"

"You and I have a mutual acquaintance, Elsa Matthews."

He interrupts Jake and says,

"Oh yeah, Elsa, lovely girl."

He licks his lips subconsciously in a way that makes Jake's stomach turn. Jake takes a steadying breath and tamps down the overwhelming urge to grind this guy into a pulp.

"Here's the deal, Elsa is a friend of ours," he emphasizes the word friend and uses his thumb to point at himself and Rooster,

"And she made it known that despite giving a clear picture of how she sees you in her life, which is not at all, you keep pushing. We're not too happy with the stunt you pulled with the roses. Which by the way, she said were cliche as shit. So, Elsa has made it perfectly clear for you to stay away and you should be getting a piece of paper today from the police making that even more clear. I just want to add that Elsa has a lot of friends like us, especially a lot that live really close to her on Coronado Island and might not be as level headed next time you do something stupid. You got any questions, Billy boy?"

The old man has gone white in the face and manages to stutter out, "No, no. I get it."

"Good boy, you learn quick. I think we're done here." Jake turns around and motions to Rooster and he follows.

They get back in the car and Rooster speaks first as they pull away.

"I'm surprised, you actually held your shit together and didn't pummel him into the ground."

"Hah, he's a sad old man that thinks he bully his way into a woman's life, but when faced by any real man he's a total chicken shit."

"I gathered that, so now what? You going to go to Elsa and be her knight in shining armor to redeem yourself?"

"No, she doesn't need to know about this. I said I'd give her space and unlike that asshat back there I respect that. I just thought if I could do one last thing for her, I could feel a little better for being a giant asshole and ruining a good thing."

"Shit dude, you're in love with this girl. Huh, never thought I'd see the day Hangman fell in love. Can I buy a ski lift ticket in hell now?"

"First of all, fuck off, Rooster. Two, who wouldn't fall for Elsa, she's smart and funny as get out, a genuinely good person, hot as hell, and just gets me. Like me, Jake, not Hangman, just Jake."

Rooster let's put a low whistle,

"Oh shit, this is real," he pauses, "I'm starting to feel a little bit bad about telling her about the bet, a little bit," he holds his fingers a tiny bit apart. He continues, "What about her? Is the feeling mutual?"

"God, I hope so. I see these moments where she's unguarded about something and I can feel her being vulnerable and then it's gone. She's been hurt before, I can tell. I've got to earn her love.'

"Well good luck dude, just because we've had this little talk doesn't mean I like you any more and or I won't stop secretly hoping you crash. But you and I both know she deserved to know the truth."

"Fair, funny thing is that I was already planning to try again and then you laid down that stupid bet and I agreed it. A decision I hope won't haunt me for the rest of my life."

They arrive back at the house they're sharing and get out. Jake leans over the car roof and says to Rooster,

"Don't worry about us becoming bros, the dislike remains mutual."

"Whatever, dude," Rooster sniffs and walks into the house.

Jake heads to his room and flops down on the bed. He pulls out his phone to send Elsa one last text. His heart pangs at the photo of her I set as the background, it's her in front of the B-29 where they talked about the nose art. He set it as his background as soon as he took jt. She is mirroring the pin up girl's arms holding them up and has pulled up one of her legs with the knee bent in front of her. Her bright smile shining through. He scrubs his face as he sighs and unlocks his phone and pulls up the text app.

Jake: Bill won't be bothering you anymore.

He puts his phone aside and decides to go for a run just for something to do. The run around base is quiet as it's a Sunday with little activity. Running as far as he can to feel exhausted Jake makes his way back to the house.

Jake showers and grabs something to eat and sits on the couch turning the TV mostly for the noise, something to fill his brain other than the replay loop of Elsa's face from the bar last night, her saying "I do, Lieutenant" and the look in her eyes from yesterday in the car, and a quick succession of her laughing, the way she feels under his arm when they were cuddling on her couch, the feeling of waking up to her sleeping face, and what feels like a million more memories. He scrubs his face in frustration and keeps looking at his phone hoping that something will come through. Jake decides to read a book as a distraction, somewhere between the last murder and the brilliant detective monologue he must have fallen asleep.

Jake awakens to a gentle knock on our door, he gets up to open it and it's Lydia. He didn't realize he had gotten his hopes up in the five feet to the door that it would be Elsa. Rooster's room is dark, indicating he's not there.

"Hi Lydia, Rooster is out, but you're welcome to wait for him," Jake informs her.

"Yeah, he said he'd be about a half an hour but to just go on and meet him here," she replies.

Ever the polite host, Jake offers Lydia a drink. She chooses a beer and sits down on the armchair that makes up the second piece of the extravagant Navy issued living room set.

"So how's it hanging, Hangman?" she asks, knowing that he's heard that question a million times before. Jake decides to wave off a smooth response and replies,

"Not great and that's mostly your boy's doing."

"What'd he do? Short sheet your bed, put itching powder in your jockstrap," she pauses, "Wait do guys even really use those ever?"

"No nothing that juvenile, he talked his big mouth and told Elsa about I bet that I took and called off and she is understandably pissed off at me."

Lydia stops mid sip,

"Wait, what do you mean a bet you took and called off. Explain, and how does that involve Elsa?"

"Rooster bet me I couldn't get into Elsa's bed within a week from the night she blasted me at the Hard Deck. The thing was that I was already trying to figure out a way to contact her."

Lydia snorts,

"You're not the first one to become entranced by Elsa, but you might be the only one to get murdered by her and actually come back. So, the bet, you said you took it, why?"

He sighs,

"Because I am apparently a very stupid man who is easily goaded into doing stupid things by your boy, Rooster."

"I gathered that," she says dryly, sipping her beer.

"I didn't collect on it when Phoenix announced loudly that I'd woken up at a girl's house and Rooster confirmed it was Elsa's. I regretted taking the bet as soon as I said yes. I hope I don't regret it for the rest of my life."

Lydia sighs,

"I'll deal with Rooster, although this giant pile of dog shit you have to climb out of is entirely your doing." Jake nods in agreement.

"I'm more pissed Rooster fucked up something that good for Elsa, forget you, no offense." Jake shrugs the comment off.

She pauses for a long moment and looks off to her side, sucking in a deep breath she says,

"I'm going to tell you something about Elsa that she probably hasn't told you. She doesn't open her heart easily."

"I know that, there's these moments when I see these glimpses of her, really her, and then she shuts the door and changes the subject."

"Good, you're at least aware of that, that's a good start. Did you know that Elsa was engaged once?"

"No, she didn't talk about that."

"Yeah, it's not really something she likes to relive. She was engaged to this guy, Liam, who worked with her at SpaceX. She thought it was the real deal and they were living together. She came up with an amazing new design for getting satellites out of the rocket that made things way more efficient, like a solid make your career kind of innovation. The bastard beat her into work on Monday and presented the designs as his own. She only found out because she walked in on the end of the meeting. He didn't get why it was a big deal.''

Jake's eyes widen at that thought, to know Elsa was to know how proud she was of her work and the impact it has on the world. He couldn't think of a quicker way to kill off a relationship with her than to degrade, not value, not respect her work, her amazing brain, basically her. What a fucking idiot.

"She dumped his ass, told her boss everything, quit her job, packed up her shit from their apartment, left him his shitty ring, and drove back to Michigan that day."

"Holy shit, she doesn't mess around. Then she moved here."

"Yeah, and she's had a few relationships, but they've ended when guys get insecure because she's like a 1000 times smarter than them, or that fact she makes more money than them, stupid ego stuff. It just made her harder and she protects her heart."

"So, why are you telling me all this?" Jake asks.

Lydia sighs again,

"Because maybe I'm a hopeless romantic, but mostly because there's been a spark in Elsa and a joy I haven't seen in her for years. For some reason, you, perhaps one of the most egotistical guys on the planet, actually makes her happy. I thought if you knew some of her background you might be able to dig yourself out of this epic hole you've dug for yourself."

She goes on,

"I know you want to run to her and confess your soul to her, but let me repeat, give her space to think. You push too hard, you'll just push her away. If you get a second chance, don't fuck it up because if you break her heart again I will hunt you down and make your balls into earrings." The last sentence is said with such deadly seriousness, that Jake doesn't doubt Lydia's intent for a second.

"Thank you, Lydia. This helps, it helps a lot."

Rooster has chosen this moment to appear, his face lights up at the sight of Lydia and then turns to confusion as he sees the look on her face.

Jake takes that as his cue to leave and escape to his room, as soon as he shuts the door, Lydia says, in a deadly tone,

"Bradley Fucking Michael Bradshaw, you've got some shit to explain."

"Umm, babe what are you talking about?" The alarm in his voice is apparent and Jake is glad he is getting his ass chewed out.

"I heard about a bet you laid down about Elsa, my best friend for 15 fucking years, and then decided to tell her about last night."

There is a long pause as Rooster thinks up a battle plan. He says slowly,

"Yes, there was a bet that Hangman technically won, but that he called off."

"And that bet was?" Lydia asks him, waiting for him to answer.

"That he could get in Elsa's pants in a week."

"First of all, how gross. I get the stupid betting, but on that it's just disgusting. Second of all, Jake said he was already wanting to see Elsa again before the bet, but he let his ego lead him instead of his brain and he took it. He's got to clean up his mess, that's on him for that colossally terrible mistake. I'm more pissed at you that you would deliberately ruin what is or was turning into something good for Elsa. That girl has had some serious heartbreak and for some reason Hangman has been good for her."

Rooster has moved into full apology mode,

"Babe, I am so sorry. Let me make it up to you."

He is shuffling through the usual playlist of apologies trying to find something that sticks.

Lydia cuts him off,

"Rooster, you're a smart guy," Jake snorts where he is leaning against the door at that statement,

"You can't tell me you haven't seen a difference in Hangman. You can tell the boy is stupidly falling in love, why would you ruin that for anyone? You guys are supposed to have each other's backs up in the air, why would you do something that shitty down here?"

"I don't know."

Lydia sighs,

"Well, think about it, Rooster, I'm going home. Maybe we'll talk later."

The door opens and softly closes. Jake sprints to his bed and lays down like he hasn't been listening with his ear to the door. He expects Rooster to come barging in to start a fist fight, instead all Jake hears is the door to his room shutting quietly and the house is eerily silent.

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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 8 months

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Witchy Woman (3/10)

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art by @cocohook38

Summary: When Emma came into her position as Storybrooke Coven Leader, she ended things with the powerful Vampire Overlord, Killian Jones. She’s spent over a decade working alongside him and ignoring the growing tension between them.

During his best mate’s wedding, Killian decides he is done waiting. He is ready to have his mate back in his arms (and bed) again. Emma is not an easy woman to woo, but Killian has never backed down from a challenge.

When Emma’s jilted ex-boyfriend returns to town and Emma goes missing, Killian will stop at nothing to get her back and ensure that nothing can ever separate them again.

Rating: E

CW: Mention of domestic abuse, blood and blood drinking (vampires), threatening situations, minor violence, death, mention of parental death

Entry for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2023 (@cssns)

Tagging: @anmylica, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4 , @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertree, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert

Author Note: Thank you so, so much to @ultraluckycatnd. I am sure commas haunt you in waking and sleeping hours.

“What the hell was I thinking?” Emma muttered to the clothing piled on her bed. The clothing offered no response. She wasn’t sure what she expected given this particular pile of useless clothing seemed incapable of being helpful in the ways that clothing should actually be helpful. None of the dresses seemed to fall right, the shirts seemed too professional or too casual, and the skirts merely mocked her with their soulless neutrals and business styles. She didn’t date and the clothing that refused to cower under her darkest glare was a testament to the decade she spent prioritising her career over most everything else.

A light knock on her bedroom door sent her heart racing. She whipped around to see Elsa pushing open the door a bit more. Elsa’s eyes widened at the scene before her. “Good. You aren’t nervous about tonight, then.”

“Ridiculous, isn’t it?”

“Not at all.” Elsa gave her a reassuring smile. “You’ve been protecting your heart for so long. Letting yourself be vulnerable with Killian isn’t going to be easy. But, I think it’ll be worth it.” She tugged a crimson dress from the pile and handed the hanger to Emma. “This one is perfect.”

“Thanks." Taking the proffered dress, Emma attempted a smile. "I wish I were as certain as you were…"

"I am not telling you what I saw," Elsa's tone was final.

Emma huffed out an annoyed breath and slipped the dress over her head. The red silk flowed gently to her knees, the deep plunge of the neckline and clenched waist was exactly the balance between flirty and sexy she was seeking. “It would be so much easier if this were actually a first date. There is just all this…,” she paused, searching for a way to summarise over a decade of yearning and regretting the decision she made, even as she continued to believe she’d made the correct one, “history.”

Elsa raised her eyebrows. “Is ‘history’ what you call over a decade of ignoring whatever it is that burns whenever you two are in a room together?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“What happened to Aunt Ingrid was awful, but you can’t let it stop you from finding happiness.”

Their aunt had been a powerful witch who’d fallen for a vampire who was hungry for that power. He courted her, dazzling her with his adoration of her, showering her with gifts and praises, waiting for the day she would trust him above all others. When she surrendered to him and allowed him to drink from her, he drank even after she demanded that he stop. He kept drinking until he had consumed enough to make her powers his. At the loss of her power, Ingrid had become a hollow ghost of herself.

“I know,” Emma sighed. “Well, I think I know.” The fear of a similar loss still sat like a heavy boulder in her chest. Emma could not imagine a fate worse than losing her powers and having to navigate life without the constant companionship of her magic. The connection between her and the power flowing through nature all around her was as deeply a piece of her as the relationships with her sisters. Living without it would be like living without her heart.

Elsa made a small noise of understanding. “Killian’s a good one.”

“Yeah, I should probably put an end to his waiting.” Emma checked her reflection one more time before leaving to meet said vampire for dinner.

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Killian was seated comfortably in the booth tucked in the back of the busy restaurant. He was nursing a strong pour of spiced rum and watching busy tables in an effort to pass the time until Emma arrived. He watched the patrons as they enjoyed their meals; couples chatting about their days, urging each other to try a bite of their meal, and enjoying the restful quiet which accompanies people so familiar with each other they no longer feel threatened by the absence of noise or distraction. Closing his eyes against the yearning that gripped his heart, Killian took a long pull of the burning liquor to steady himself. Emma was late, but that was like her. It did not mean she wasn’t going to come.

I can’t take the chance that I am wrong about you. Her words from that night echoed in his head, clear as the moment she’d spoken them and ended their courtship without allowing him a single word to challenge her decision.

Yesterday, when she pushed her way into his office, he’d taken that as evidence she was ready to take that chance on him. After over a decade of working alongside her and adhering to her strict boundaries, even when she crossed them, he hoped that he’d earned her trust. But as another minute ticked by, he grew more certain she reconsidered.

“Can I get you anything else, sir?”

Killian brought his focus to the young man - vampire - now standing at the end of his table. “Another drink would be welcomed.”

“Right away,” the waiter lingered a moment. His voice lowered so only Killian could hear him. “Sire, there is a vamp outside that…”

“I’ll see to it,” Killian said, interrupting whatever explanation that followed. “Forget the drink,” he said as he stepped from the booth and paid for the drinks he already consumed. His jaw muscles jumped as he strolled toward the exit, annoyance rolling from him in waves. Emma hadn’t shown up, but he could think about that after he dealt with whatever asshole was causing trouble outside of the restaurant.

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Emma hurried toward the restaurant where she knew Killian would be waiting for her, halfway through his first drink. She was trying to think of a ridiculous excuse for her tardiness that would bring a smile to those deliciously tempting lips. There was a three-person pile-up in front of the library. Traffic on the sidewalk was unbelievable!

Between one step and the next, she was suddenly pulled off balance and slammed into the wall of the restaurant. Dark spots danced in her vision at the impact, but she could clearly see Neal's sneering face as he held her firmly against the wall, his fingers digging bruises into her arms.

She reached for her magic to shove him off, but it had scattered when her head hit the wall and she couldn't quite grasp it yet. She refused to give in to the panic that had her heart pounding in her throat. She needed to try to calm down and focus on pulling the threads of her magic back to her.

“Let go of me,” she demanded. Her rising anger and panic made her too flustered to accomplish more than an ineffective spark between her fingers.

“I am not letting you go in there,” Neal replied, calmly.

“You don’t have a say in this,” Emma snapped, still trying to get free from his grasp. He tightened his hold, forcing a grunt of pain to escape her.

“You are not going in there,” Neal replied as if he were talking a child down from a tantrum. He leaned in and she could feel the hot moisture of his breath against her skin; the sensation made her feel sick. She couldn't discern his intentions; did he mean to bite her? Kiss her? Was he going to threaten her again?

He whipped his head back suddenly, turning to focus on something behind him. Emma pulled her knee up in a quick, decisive movement that had Neal releasing his hold on her and bending in half as she ran blindly away from him.

She didn't make it far before she collided with a patron walking out of the restaurant. Their hands wrapped around her to prevent her from falling, but she flinched at the contact and they dropped their hands.

"Are you okay, love?" The accented voice pulled her back to the surface. Her mind and body calming, no longer drowning in the fear she'd felt moments ago. Her eyes started to burn with tears as the adrenaline flooding her system started to wane and she tried to nod in answer to Killian's question. Killian watched her quietly, the concern on his face unmistakable. "Let me take you home?"

Numbly, Emma nodded. Killian threw his coat around her shoulders, the sudden warmth and familiar scent of him surrounding her with unexpected comfort.

"Is this okay?" Killian asked, indicating his intent to place his hand between her shoulders to help guide her to the car. It was a casual touch like so many between them, almost habitual, but tonight it felt like a lifeline, pulling her back to safety. Again, she only nodded. They were quiet as they walked to Killian's sleek Aston, both on alert for any indication of danger.

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Other than Emma quietly asking him to take her back to his house, the drive was quiet. Killian hadn't stopped scanning for threats or glancing over to assess her injuries until they'd crossed the threshold into his den. He'd turned on the gas fireplace, despite the warmth of the evening, and laid a blanket on her as she sat curled up on the couch. It wasn't until she was holding a warm cup of hot chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon that he finally broke the quiet - Can you tell me what happened? He settled on the floor in front of her, watching her intently, but giving her as much space as he could with his instincts demanding he sweep her into his arms and never let her go.

"I was distracted. I didn't see him," Emma offered, quietly.

"See who?"

"Neal.” Emma continued, her words rushing out, skipping details. "When my head hit the wall, it messed with my magic. I couldn't throw him off."

A wave of anger at Neal and at himself for not being there crashed through him. While he would enjoy ending that pathetic creature's existence, Killian filed away the various gruesome images that accompanied that desire. He could not give in to his anger until he knew that Emma was okay.

He moved to sit next to her on the couch. When she didn't shy away, he gently pulled her into his arms. She relaxed into him, moments of the evening's encounter spilling from her in the same disjointed manner. Killian listened intently, saving his responses for later. Emma needed someone to hear her tonight. When she had time to process, they could discuss a few details that were nagging at him.

He held her firmly, keeping her rooted in the present where she was safely tucked in his embrace. They stayed together like this in a comfortable quiet for a while after she'd finished talking.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked her softly.

A soft snore filled the room.

Killian was filled with a sudden need to capture every detail of this moment - the weight and warmth of her against his chest, the softness of her hair tickling his beard when he looked down at her, the way his arm - currently draped around her waist - rose and fell with her steady breathing, the familiar sweet vanilla fragrance, the softness of her in sleep, and the freeing absence of the all-consuming yearning he'd been slave to all these years - and burn it into his memory.

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madman479r · 11 months

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Hiccelsa Gibslythe ship table

Explanations:

Big-little spoon: Hiccup is 6ft1 and Elsa is 5ft7. You ever see someone smaller than their 6ft significant other be the big spoon? No.

Lends-borrow clothes: Tbh I can see Elsa borrowing Hiccup's tunic or fur clothing, plus I don't think Elsa has anything Hiccup could effectively wear.

Pet names: You best believe Mr-"M'lady"-Haddock uses pet names.

Introverted-extroverted: With Hiccup once being an outcast amoung his tribe and Elsa being forced to live in her room in isolation for years have led to both being introverts but both are willing to step out and see what the world has to offer.

Affection through words-actions: Anyone who's watched RTTE and other HTTYD media know Hiccup has a way with words and is effective with his actions so I put him in the middle, a good balance on both. I feel like Elsa is slightly more towards actions because she can use her powers to show her affection but her singing is another method.

Confession: I feel like Hiccup would be the more confident out of the two while Elsa would wait to hear Hiccup's confession, seeing as she isn't one to believe in "love at first sight"

Bugs: Not every bug gets a reaction out of Elsa but anything bigger than a thumb is something she doesn't want to be in the same room with. Google HTTYD dragonvine and you'll see the type of shit Hiccup has seen (IDGAF what anyone says, those things are giant insects) he ain't afraid of any bug smaller than a dog.

Car: in this setting cars don't exist but between the two I feel like Hiccup would be better, he operates Toothless' tail system so I think he'd be pretty good behind the wheel.

Cooking: Neither are 5 star chefs, hell neither are even 3 star chefs but between the two of them, I think Hiccup would be a better cook, seeing as he'd have more experience whereas Elsa had chefs that made her food.

PDA: Neither are against it.

Overprotective: Hiccup would be the overprotective type, especially as Elsa would be considered a high profile target for assassinations, kidnapping and such but to be fair Elsa is quite protective herself, doesn't help Hiccup basically gets himself into dangerous situations almost impulsively.

Relationship experience: Hiccup has dated Astrid before so he kinda knows what he's doing. Elsa has never dated before, kinda hard to do so when shut off in your room, afraid of hurting anyone you come into contact with.

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elsanna-shenanigans · 3 months

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December 2023/January 2024 Contest Submission #5: Vanilla Blooms

Words: ca. 5,000 Setting: modern AU Lemon: no CW: mentions of Hans/Anna

Elsa looked the man up and down, not even caring to hide the grimace on her face; not that anyone would notice, either, as everyone was currently too busy focusing on the newly engaged couple, and not the bitter elder sister of the fiancée hiding in the corner.

Well, not exactly ‘hiding’; she was sitting at her assigned place at the dinner table, pretending to follow along with the conversation. And nobody really thought of her as bitter, or at least she hoped they didn’t. Aside from her current expression, which she allowed herself to display purely because she knew all eyes were now on the ring on her sister’s finger, she’d been quite civil this entire evening.

Even when addressing him.

The ‘him’ in question was three full sentences deep into talking about the engagement ring, and try hard as she might Elsa’s lost focus about a second after he’d opened his mouth. Something in her brain simply couldn’t bear to even hear him speak, much less talk to him aside from necessary pleasantries, so instead she focused on the only person she actually cared about at the moment.

Her sister, sitting right next to her new fiancé, nodding along to what he was saying though her eyes betrayed she was paying maybe an ounce more of attention to him than Elsa was. Her lips were curved in a small, polite smile. Her hand, splayed out to show off the ring on her finger, was placed on the table firmly, but with a certain stiffness that told Elsa she was not entirely comfortable with the attention.

That, or she was not entirely comfortable with this whole situation to begin with, though that might just be Elsa’s empty hope.

Their eyes met—Elsa almost looked away, a little embarrassed she was caught staring, but she quickly scolded herself that she shouldn’t feel like this in regards to her own sister—and that absent fogginess was gone in an instant; her pupils dilated slightly, Elsa noted, and the corners of her mouth rose just a tiny bit.

Nothing more than a simple acknowledgment of her presence, but it made Elsa’s insides somersault and churn. She allowed herself to hold her gaze for a few heartbeats before she excused herself from the table.

She made her way across the restaurant floor to where she’d previously spotted the tastefully small sign leading her towards the bathroom. Even his choice of dining establishment had to be so pretentious they almost hid the fact there were toilets in the building.

Once inside the quite dim, but grandiose in a marble and gold kind of way room she barely managed to look at her own reflection—some loose hair made its way out of the braid she’d styled her hair in, but aside from that her makeup and clothes were still impeccable—and wash her hands before the door opened again.

It wasn’t exactly a shock to see her there, but Elsa’s heart still skipped a beat; Anna made her way over to the sink until their hips brushed as she leaned in towards the mirror, her hand fishing out a lipstick from the tiny purse she was holding.

“Pretty dull for a party, huh?” was the first actual thing she’d said to her this evening aside from a greeting. “Makes you wanna gouge your eyes out.”

Elsa huffed, looking at her through the mirror. “They all seem to be enjoying themselves.”

Anna finished applying her lipstick, then loudly smacked her lips together. “It’s a dick measuring contest for wealth and the length of the sticks up their asses, of course they’re enjoying themselves.” A good elder sister would scowl at the language, but Elsa couldn’t help the smile breaking on her own lips. “Honestly I just want the evening to end.”

“I take it you’re not exactly happy with the engagement?” Their eyes met in the mirror and Elsa instantly regretted saying this out loud; it was kind of an unspoken rule the past few months to not mention the subject, not when it was just the two of them, not when Anna could actually speak freely. “Sorry, I didn’t—”

A hand on top of hers on the marble sink cut her off. “Of course I’m happy,” Anna said, quietly yet with a distinct sarcastic note, glancing at the tightly shut door. “Mom and dad are fucking elated with what this means for their business, and what more could I ask for?”

Elsa’s breath hitched in her throat when she saw the tears in her eyes, and the only thing she could think of was how much she wanted to hold her.

Which, coincidentally, she got to do the next second when Anna all but launched herself at her. “Let’s just not talk about this, please,” she whispered into Elsa’s shoulder. “Let’s make the best of this stupid evening and then forget about it until—”

The choked sob caught her off-guard; her arms, previously slack and uncertain, quickly and tightly closed around Anna, brushing her auburn hair out of the way.

She held her for a few moments, letting her sort herself out through what Elsa assumed was a valiant attempt at not losing it and crying; she wasn’t sure Anna’s mascara could take that.

Too soon did the dry sobs turn into deep breaths, and too soon did Anna take a step back. “Thank you,” she said, her makeup still intact except for a small smudge of her freshly reapplied lipstick which Elsa made a mental note to look for on her neck before leaving the bathroom. “I think I need to keep a handkerchief with your perfume for emergencies, the vanilla calms me down.”

She didn’t even let her digest that before she was out of the bathroom.

Not even two months later, she sat stiffly next to her own mother in a bridal shop, waiting for Anna to emerge in yet another dress that one or all of them were going to hate.

She was slowly losing hope there even existed a dress beautiful enough to match her sister.

“And?” her voice snapped Elsa out of her gloom and made her look up; she was standing in front of the mirrors in dress number twenty eight. “What do you think?”

Elsa could practically feel the disapproval emanating from their mother. “It’s a bit loud,” she said through pursed lips, which basically meant there was no way in hell Anna was allowed to wear such monstrosity to her own wedding, even if it was her favorite dress in the world. “We should aim for something more… classical.”

Anna sighed, then turned to Elsa. “You think it’s too loud?”

That emanating disapproval turned into a threatening aura while Elsa thought of what to say. “It’s a lot,” she decided on in the end, pointing to the puffy, meringue-like sleeves. “Maybe if it didn’t have these—”

“It would still be hideous,” their mother cut her off. “The bead pattern is shoddy, the neckline is too deep, the padding around the hips makes her look fat, the…”

Elsa tuned her out as she shot an apologetic smile to Anna, who, with a groan, turned back to the fitting room.

Their mother’s tirade continued for another few minutes while Anna changed into the next dress, and Elsa almost wished she could just leave right now; she promised, though, and she knew Anna would straight up go insane if she was left alone with their mother, so the pounding headache building up just behind her eyes was a price she was willing to pay. For one day.

She was almost ready to blow up and tell their mom to shut up when the fitting room curtain opened again, and Elsa’s breath got stuck in her chest.

It wasn’t much; a simple, white v-neck chiffon over a satin base. She’d tried two similar ones before, and they both fit her just right— but they still lacked something.

That something turned out to be a splash of barely-there, warm yellow in the form of small embedded vanilla blooms along the neckline.

She could hear their mother ready another barrage of faults, but she wasn’t listening to her. “It’s gorgeous,” she said quickly, right over their mother’s droning voice, and her heart raced when she saw Anna’s face light up. “You look wonderful.”

“You think so?” She twirled around to reveal more little vanilla blooms on the train. “I really like this one.”

Elsa’s mouth was dry. “It looks like it was made for you.”

Their mother stopped speaking and was now looking between them with her mouth half-open. “This thing?” she said after a moment, motioning to the dress. “It’s so— simple it’s almost pedestrian—”

Anna crossed her arms over her chest, and Elsa tried not to look at how it accentuated her breasts in the low neckline. “I like it,” she huffed. “Elsa likes it too.”

Their mother blinked. “Honey—” she was visibly distraught with the idea of Anna walking down the line in this dress, and it was honestly almost funny to see her struggle to come up with arguments without coming across as too bossy. “There’s so many different dresses— we can even go to a different store if you don’t like anything here!”

“I like this dress,” Anna repeated firmly. “I want this dress, not to go to another store.”

Elsa smiled, trying but probably failing at hiding the pride at Anna putting her foot down.

“And while we’re at it, I don’t want that flower place you chose,” she fired off, their mother now almost as white as a wedding dress at Elsa’s side.

“But it’s a gift from Mr Weselton—”

“I don’t care, it’s my freaking wedding last time I checked. That place makes really boring bouquets,” she sighed, and Elsa was internally just cheering her on. “I want Elsa to make mine.”

And at that, Elsa got just as white as their mother.

In the end they settled for the place Mr Weselton recommended carrying out the order for the flowers at the ceremony, except for Anna’s bouquet; that one she was adamant was to be made by Elsa.

Elsa, who did not own a flower shop, and was at best just a hobbyist florist; Elsa, who was now spending a huge chunk of her waking time worrying about designing the perfect bouquet to fit her sister, the dress she was wearing (which, in the end, Anna also got her way with) and the occasion.

Which was extremely hard to do when all she wanted was to beg Anna not to get married. Not to him, at least.

She sighed, letting another arrangement of (fake, she was not going to buy real flowers just to test things out) flowers fall on her desk. Nothing was right. Nothing made sense.

She should not be making a bouquet for Anna because Anna should not be getting married, not at barely twenty to a decade older man she’s known for— what? Eight months, if that? And most of it spent negotiating this whole ordeal like it was just another business endeavor for their parents.

Which, for all intents and purposes, it was. Hans Westergaard was the heir of the rival company, and getting him and one of their daughters together had long been on their parents’ agenda. Elsa staunchly refused, hoping they would get the hint that this was an insanely stupid and old fashioned idea—but instead, what she got was for them to give up on her and focus all their attention on Anna.

All their bad attention.

Now her baby sister was being sold off like priced cattle.

She rearranged the flowers once again before she let out a frustrated groan and let everything fall back on the desk, again. Nothing was right.

No arrangement fit.

There was nothing a fucking bunch of flowers could fix when Anna was getting married to some guy with the most punchable face Elsa had ever seen. No flowers to convey how extremely worried she was. No flowers to convey how sorry she was that this duty fell on her.

No flowers to convey how jealous she was of this man.

She put her face down in her folded hands and let out a muffled scream. She was making a wedding bouquet for the girl she was so deeply and hopelessly in love with. The girl who also happened to be her sister.

Fucked beyond comprehension.

It was a few hours later, sitting in the exact same spot, barely having moved an inch in her depressed stupor, that she realized what she’d been missing this entire time.

Anna’s maid of honor brushed past Elsa in the doorway, still muttering about Anna messing with her hairdo; Elsa had no real clue who this woman was aside from ‘a friend from college and daughter of their parents’ associate’. She’d herself refused to be the maid of honor, or even a bridesmaid for that matter, as a sign of silent protest against Anna’s incoming marriage. Their parents didn’t seem to get the hint, but Anna seemed to understand it perfectly.

“She seems cheerful,” she commented once she shut the door behind her, but not before they heard the maid of honor yell some frustrated instructions at the church staff.

Anna smiled, her hands now folded in her lap after apparently messing up hours of work at the hairdresser earlier this morning. “She’ll get over it,” she sighed. “I think she’s more invested in this whole thing than I am.”

Elsa bit her tongue. There was no point in arguing that this was exactly why Anna was making a mistake; not when that mistake was about to happen less than half an hour from now, not when she’d shot her down so many times before. “I brought the flowers,” was what she settled on instead, bringing forth the bouquet she’d held behind her back until now. “It’s not much but—”

Anna’s eyes lit up, and she quickly jumped up from the red velvet loveseat she’d spread out on. “It’s gorgeous,” she breathed, her hands reaching to trail across the thick petals of the white orchids and array of white roses, then stopping just short of resting on top of Elsa’s fingers around the stems.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Her eyes shot back up to meet Elsa’s, who just realized what she said.

“I mean— y-you look gorgeous,” she corrected herself quickly, her voice pitched up. “It’s uh, it’s gonna match with your dress…”

Anna’s eyebrow rose in question, and Elsa couldn’t bear to hold her gaze anymore, not after what she’d said just now. Without verbal explanation, she pointed to one of the smaller flowers in the center of the arrangement, all but hidden by the bigger blooms.

“Is that— a vanilla flower?”

Elsa felt it more than saw, her eyes glued to the wood paneling on the walls, but Anna’s face was now lowered towards the flowers, and by extension Elsa’s chest; she heard her take a deep inhale.

“I-it’s one of my own,” she explained quickly, hoping her voice didn’t betray just how flustered she was right now. “I figured it was gonna match your dress and— I wanted to include something personal…”

She’d spent months caring for the little plant and timed it almost perfectly. She cut the flower off shortly before leaving her house and quickly incorporated it amongst the other, more grand orchids; it didn’t stand out visually at all, just a little splash of yellow if one was to look for it, but it was there and that’s all she could hope for. That, and for it to not wilt before the ceremony was over.

“It smells just like you.”

That comment was not something she’d anticipated, though. “Yeah, I— I guess, my perfume…”

Anna shook her head. “It’s not just that. It’s warm. It makes me feel safe,” she all but whispered the last part, and Elsa finally looked back at her to see the clear fear in her eyes. Figures the first time Anna would openly acknowledge it was just before the wedding. Then, just as fast as it showed up, it was replaced by something much softer when their eyes met again. “Just like you.”

Their faces were only a few inches apart, and Elsa could swear she could hear both their heartbeats combined.

Then, their little bubble universe where it was just the two of them, safe and undisturbed, popped when they heard their father announce they had to hurry up through the closed door.

“Thank you,” Anna said loud enough for their father to hear, but still keeping her eyes locked on Elsa’s. Her hand finally moved lower to grasp the flower stems, brushing and intertwining their fingers together before she added, quietly. “And I’m sorry.”

She leaned in to place a soft kiss on Elsa’s cheek before she finally took a step back. A step that felt like four billion steps as their hands broke contact, and Anna pulled the bouquet closer to her own chest. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

With a curt nod, and a lot to think about, Elsa left the room.

She sat in the pew closest to the altar, wedged awkwardly between her mother and one of their grand aunts that she’d last seen maybe at her grandmother’s funeral. The constant hum of hushed voices was overwhelming, driving her almost to the brink of insanity as she stared intently straight ahead, her hands gripping the fabric of her dress so tight a worried little voice at the back of her head wondered if she wasn’t going to tear it apart.

Had she had a choice, she’d be at the very back. As far away as possible from the main event, from this man she was forcing herself to not look at, from the judgmental gazes of the bridesmaids because ‘why in the world would her sister not be a bridesmaid too?’ , far away enough that maybe the two words Anna was going to say in only a few minutes now would not reach her.

She was just one ‘I do’ from losing her forever.

The tightness in her chest turned into breathtaking pain when she heard the first notes of the piano; the voices hushed, now replaced by the tell-tale rustle of a over two hundred people turning in their seats to take a better look at the approaching bride.

Elsa remained staring straight ahead, even when her mother just short of punched her shoulder to point out the ceremony was beginning for real.

She didn’t need to look to know Anna was now walking slowly alongside their father, a soft, fake smile plastered on her face as she stepped over the sea of flower petals on the red carpet in the aisle. She didn’t need to look to know their father sported an expression prouder than he’d ever had before, his dense mustache fighting to hold an unprofessional grin over a transaction gone well. She didn’t need to look at Hans to know his eyes were empty, completely devoid of any love as he watched his future wife approach the altar.

She didn’t want to look but she couldn’t stop herself once Anna climbed the few stairs, now free from the last anchor to her previous life as their father stepped back to sit beside their mother; she didn’t want to but she saw the slight tremble of Anna’s arm, the whiteness of her knuckles around the bouquet that would go unnoticed by most.

She didn’t want to but she saw the rise of her chest when she took a deep breath, her head bowed ever so slightly towards the flowers; there was no way that she herself could actually smell it from where she was sitting, but she imagined the scent of vanilla reaching Anna and stopping the tremble.

‘Safe. Just like you.’

Their eyes met across the cold stone floor for a millisecond before Anna’s gaze turned towards her groom.

It was only then that the full meaning of the words hit her; to Anna, Elsa was like vanilla flowers. A base scent to help others shine, an ever present entity that you don’t even realize is there, familiar and comforting, not until it’s gone.

The priest started speaking, but the thudding of blood in Elsa’s ears drowned him out.

The scent that truly makes your favorite perfume, but you’re sure it’s orchids. You’re sure it’s roses. You’re sure it’s cinnamon, or peach blooms, or jasmine but none of them smell right once you remove the base. On its own, barely noticeable, but your brain seeks it out without even thinking about it.

The priest’s voice droned on, chopped up words making it through to Elsa, but she’d lost any ability to truly process them.

She was vanilla flowers; she was the constant in Anna’s life, safe and warm, always there for her. Always waiting, but never brave enough to act. Reaching out her hand but never grasping Anna’s, though they made contact; though Anna’s eyes pleaded to pull her out of the fog.

She was waiting for the universe to change things for her because she herself wasn’t able to act, and all she was in the end was a flower that’s scared to bloom.

She didn’t even realize she stood up until she heard the murmur of voices.

An errant ‘who is this’ from across the aisle, followed by ‘the bride’s sister’. A hushed ‘what is she doing’ from somewhere behind her. A hissed ‘sit down right now’ from her mother just beside her.

And finally, her brain processed the last words of the priest, who was now looking at her expectantly.

“…or forever hold your peace.”

Her throat went dry.

Her knees buckled, ready to sit back down and apologize. Make an excuse. She had a cramp. She thought there was a wasp. She just realized she forgot to turn off her iron—

But then her eyes met Anna’s again.

“I love you,” she blurted out and the church exploded in muffled questions from uncountable mouths. With a flush, she continued, “platonically,” she hoped that cleared up the confusion, but her mother’s nails now digging into her hand attempting to pull her back down told her otherwise. “You’re a wonderful woman, Anna, and I can’t bear to think you’d marry—” she held herself back as much as she could “—this man. You don’t love him. You barely even know him.” Her voice cracked, and she was almost sure her mother was ready to murder her on the spot. “So please—” she felt like a prisoner begging for mercy just before execution, but her eyes never left Anna’s “—please just…don’t do it. You’re worth so much more than this.”

With that, she yanked her hand free and not waiting for any response hurried towards the exit.

She was hyperventilating so hard she thought her eyes were gonna pop out of her skull. She did not just fucking do this. She did not just interrupt her sister’s wedding in front of who the fuck even knows how many people she at best barely knew at all and yet managed to immensely disappoint, and at worst just made think she was some crazy, strange woman in love with the bride.

Which she, for the record, was. She just also happened to be her closest family.

The door opened again and out came an angry banshee shaped like her mother. “What the fuck did you just do!?” she asked her politely, making her way over to Elsa to grab her shoulders in her steel, sharp nailed grip. “What in hell was going on in that thick head of yours—”

“Mom.”

Her mother’s eyes widened, as Elsa felt her own do and they both turned their heads back towards the door. Anna stood there, panting, one hand still holding the flowers while the other hiked up the long train of her dress; she clearly just ran the length of the aisle to catch up with them.

Their mother’s voice, for what it’s worth, attempted to calm down when she spoke to her. “Anna, dear, we’re fine here, you can go back—”

“No.” Anna’s expression was as fierce as their mother’s was shocked. “I want to talk to Elsa.”

She approached them, dropping the dress to take hold of Elsa’s wrist and pull her out of their mother’s grip, but despite her best efforts their mother just kind of dragged along.

Anna shot her an angry gaze that Elsa’s never seen her make before in her life. “Alone, mom.”

Obviously taken aback as much as Elsa, their mother dropped her arms and murmured something neither of them could hear as Anna dragged her down the meandering corridor.

“Anna—”

“Not now,” she shushed her, the tone of her voice hard to gauge. They took another turn and Elsa realized where they were now; she didn’t pay much attention when the made this walk in reverse before, too distraught and occupied with her conflicted feelings, but she could clearly tell now Anna was dragging her back to the ‘changing room’.

She couldn’t help but notice she was still holding the flowers.

When they finally made it there, Elsa opened the door and slipped in, then immediately turned around to look at Anna shutting and locking the door behind them, her back against the wood as if she was scared their mother was about to follow them and try to force her way in.

A moment of silence passed where they just stared at each other.

“Did you mean it?” Anna asked finally, quietly, her shoulders dropping as she finally decided she couldn’t hear any footsteps in the corridor.

Elsa cleared her throat. “I told you before I didn’t think you should marry—”

“Not that,” she cut in quickly as she made her way across the room to stand in front of her, finally putting the flowers down on the vanity table Elsa was now backed up against. Anna’s face was flushed pink, her eyes laced with uncertainty. “What you said at the beginning. That you love me.”

Too stressed to talk, Elsa nodded.

“Platonically?”

Her eyes widened and she gripped the table behind her. “Anna, what—”

Anna sighed. “I know what the answer is,” her voice was shaky, just above a whisper, and she glanced back at the door. “I mean— I think I know. But I want you to tell me.”

It took everything Elsa had in herself to not look away from her when she spoke again. “No.”

Anna’s brows knitted. “No?”

“N-no as in— I love you, not platonically.” She gulped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— I didn’t want to tell you, definitely not in front of all those people, but I just couldn’t—”

Anna’s brows relaxed again. “Thank you,” was enough to shut Elsa up, but if it wasn’t, Anna’s lips covering her own definitely would. They were softer than she could ever imagine, softer even than the satin of her dress when Elsa’s hand shot up with a mind of its own to hold her at the waist. She wasn’t sure which one of them was shaking (she had a feeling it was both) when Anna’s body pressed into hers, pushing her further into the vanity. Something fell over with a bang, but Elsa didn’t care; her entire being was now only focused on the lithe figure in her arms.

For a moment she almost forgot where they were, and what just happened.

“I love you, too,” Anna whispered against her lips when the kiss broke. She pulled away, her eyes dashing between Elsa’s. “What do we do now?”

Elsa, still elated after hearing the first four words, was suddenly thrown back into reality. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “You’re not…gonna go back, right?”

Anna shook her head. “I didn’t mind…you know, marrying Hans.” She grimaced now, as if the name alone was disgusting in her mind. “I thought that I could never be with the person I love, so I didn’t mind just making sure our parents couldn’t bother me again.” Dumbly, Elsa pointed at herself, and Anna let out a laugh. “Yes, you.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know. Long enough I can’t remember when it started.”

Elsa sucked in her breath. “Me too,” she said, and finally let herself feel comfortable enough to cup Anna’s face in her hand. “I hoped it would go away, but…”

Anna pressed into her hand. “I hoped that too,” she murmured. “But now I’m too happy to want that anymore.”

The absurdity of it finally surfacing, Elsa let out a laugh. “We’re a bit fucked up,” she said, and Anna snorted.

“Just a bit.”

She looked up at her with half-lidded eyes and Elsa’s breath caught in her chest. “I love you,” she repeated again, the words she’d been thinking for so many years now out loud almost sending her into euphoria. “I love you so much.”

“Enough to leave everything behind?” There was that pleading in her eyes again. “I don’t think we can just come out there, tell our parents I decided to not marry Hans and things be just…okay between us and them.”

She’d thought about that before. The few times she’d entertained the idea of confessing her feelings to Anna, and the even fewer times she’d entertained the idea of Anna returning them, she’d always stop herself at that. The consequences of it all. Ideally, she would have wanted to not tell their parents.

Realistically, she’d all but publicly announced her love for Anna. Even with the stupid ‘platonically’ addition it was just a matter of time before their parents (and everyone else) put two and two together if Anna chose to not to go through with the wedding.

She took a deep breath. “Yes.”

They could run. Start a new life somewhere, together. She could open that flower shop she’d always wanted to.

Anna smiled up at her. “Do we just leave here and not tell anyone?”

“Pack our shit and be gone in an hour?”

“You know I love road trips.”

Elsa bent down to kiss the tip of her nose. “Are you sure about this?”

Her heart hammered in her chest, waiting for Anna to answer.

“Yes. Let me just get my stuff.” She took a step back and turned around. “Could you grab the flowers?”

Elsa did so—and with some amusement, noticed the vanilla flower bloomed wider.

#elsanna #December 2023 contest #prompt: spice #submission #cw: hansanna

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The Hobbits watching Frozen

Merry: Ah, and who among us could forget the absolute bop that is...this weird ice cutting song

Pippin: I don’t know Merry, I would say this song is...pretty cool

Merry: Oh, look out

Pippin: I’m just saying, it’s a chilled-out groove

Sam: I might need you to leave, if you don’t stop

Frodo: And from this point on, no more Nordic-inspired numbers!

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Frodo: Wait these ice-cutters are just fricking leaving this child behind them?

Frodo: Whose kid is he?! Why does no one notice they are leaving him??

***

“Cuties, I’m gonna keep you!”

Merry: ‘What, you’re joking right?’

Merry: ‘No, you’re mine now!’

***

Frodo: Wait, Hans is tricking Anna into believing he’s in love with her, but she’s not around, so why did he make that face?

Pippin: Yeah you’re right, the only explanation for it that this is his evil plotting face [Imitates Hans smile]

***

“And maybe it’s the party talking, or the chocolate fondue

Merry: ‘Oh man yeah I’m so fucked up on chocolate fondue I don’t even know what I’m saying right now!’

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Sam: [Whimpers slightly]

Merry: Is something wrong Sammy?

Sam: I just realized, Anna falls in love so fast because...most people have shut her out her whole life

Pippin: Ouch, and then the first person to give her attention since she lost her parents is actually just...taking advantage of her

Frodo: There’s no way she’s coming out of this situation without trust issues

***

“The snow glows bright on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen*

Pippin: Except for the footprints behind you!

Frodo:...Hey yeah!

***

Sam: She really shouldn’t let go of any more of her clothing, that’s for sure she’s going to freeze to death

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Frodo: You think this ice castle has a bathroom?

Pippin: Ice toilet!

Merry: Or a bed?

Pippin: Ice bed!

Frodo:...

Frodo: This place sounds awful

***

“Like his peculiar brain-dear, his thing with the reindeer, That's a little outside of nature's laws!”

Frodo: His thing with the reindeer?

Sam: Outside of nature’s laws??

Merry: He definitely fucks the reindeer!

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“Oh Anna, if only there was someone out there who loved you”

Pippin: If only there was someone out there who loved you [Imitates Hans smile again]

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Frodo: Something that’s always bothered me with this movie is that, an act of true love will save Anna’s love, and we learn that that true love doesn’t have to be romantic love, so why doesn’t Olof nearly sacrificing his life to comfort Anna because, he cares more about her than himself count as an act of true love!

Frodo: He even says, some people are worth melting for! Like...bruh

***

“Just take care of my sister!”

Sam: Aughfb, you’ve already done a good job of that yourself Elsa!

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Merry: ‘Elsa, we the villagers have thought it over and with no discussion whatsoever we’ve decided we’re not scared anymore and Ice magic is actually cool as hell!’

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[After the movie]

Frodo: So, Elsa’s power set includes [Takes out notebook] ‘Freezing Water, freezing objects, creating Ice and Snow from nothing, Instantly creating anything she can imagine out of ice, poison ice blast that slowly kill you, giving life to snow and or ice, erasing fabric from existence, creating fabric from...ice I guess, melting snow and ice, telekinetic manipulation of frozen water, creating an eternal winter, creating an eternal mini winter-snow cloud that can follow a subject around wherever they go and reviving dead flora.

Sam:

Merry:

Pippin:

Pippin: Yeah, all checks out

Frodo: With Elsa’s seemingly unstoppable “ice powers” I’d imagine Arendelle becomes a global superpower. No military force at that time could stand a chance against her never-ending army of Ice-Golems.

Sam: Oh, I get it! You shouldn’t trust an open door, true love is a closed-door that is eventually opened up to you

Merry: I can assure you that no one was thinking that when they made this movie Sam

#This is all from an old Sanders Sides video #Soooooo #source: sanders sides #incorrect quotes #incorrect lotr quotes #incorrect the hobbit quotes #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #pippin took #long one

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marshmallowprotection · 2 years

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For a fairytale au (like little mermaid, red riding hood, sleeping beauty, etc)which fairytale would each member of the RFA and Minor Trio (if too much, then just the twins and Vanderwood) be? I imagine Zen in Beauty and the Beast, just that he's Belle in that case-

Great question!

Zen tells us who he identifies with. He sees himself as Cinderella who comes into her own after finding her dream of escaping her household. She gets the prince and the castle, but what she really wanted was a place to be loved and seen for who she is. That’s what Zen gets when he loves you. A chance to be seen.

Yoosung feels like he might find some community in Red Riding Hood. That’s a cautionary story of who you trust, after all. Don’t trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing, that’s bound to leave you dead. On his way to help MC, he encounters danger that could threaten everyone he loves, so he decides to face it himself without realizing how bad it could get. He comes out of his battle with Unknown with a reminder to trust his gut, and never once someone who makes a shady deal. His heart is strong but he needs to use his head.

Jaehee reminds me of a The Unsmiling Princess. That’s a story where a princess has never once smiled and only the person who he make her smile will be able to take her hand in marriage... and you know what? The person who is able to make her smile is someone who is clumsy but kind, and that reminds me of the MC who believes in Jaehee and brings out her laughter that’s long been lost to time for decades at this point. Her smile is genuine when she knows she wants to spend her life with MC.

I feel like Jumin and Sleeping Beauty correlate. You know, a sea of tangled briars and red threads of fate? Jumin is a beauty with a heart of gold, but most people might not look at that. They look at his status and his power rather than who he truly is. The person who sees him for more than the son of Chairman Han is his true love that can kiss him awake from a world of nightmares that’ve haunted him more than he can admit.

I’ve seen Saeyoung as the Little Mermaid. A fish out of water who dreams of a world beyond his fingertips. Technology was his hook that drew him into the big, wide world, and similar to Ariel, this interest is what leads him to his MC. He’s able to find you through the app he created and saves your life from a threat in this world that’s beyond his reasoning. He made a deal with Rika long ago and that gives itself to the contract that Ariel takes to get legs.

Saeran tends to get the Rapunzel treatment but it makes sense. He was taken away from his family and led into a tower that wouldn’t let him escape by design. He meets the MC who shows him that the world isn’t ugly nor is it a scary place to be, and he learns how to leave the tower and face the things that seemed so scary before by knowing that someone will always be next to him if he ever has a moment of hesitation in the midst of his excited curiosity.

V is Icarus. Icarus is V. They fly too close to the sun when the cautionary tale is to always stay low enough that you can save yourself from the raging waters to survive. The sun is beautiful but it will melt your wings if you get too close. That’s a lesson V never seems to learn until it’s too late... unless we count his route as he’s able to get help from it there.

Rika would feel in touch with the Snow Queen and I don’t mean Elsa and Anna. I mean the original which is a balance of good and evil coming together in a battle of wits and hearts. Rika feels strongly lost between the throes of good and evil in her life because of her deep religious trauma. She would wish that someone would save her but none did, she had to face her abusers herself as a teenager, and she would see herself lost between the two main characters as her senses feel warped by what she sees and what remains unseen.

Vanderwood is probably the hardest one to pick. I’m not sure what way to lean in this situation other than giving him Beauty and the Beast. I think Vanderwood is someone who feels like a monster in many ways, but that’s only because of the things the agency has done over the years to make Vanderwood lose a sense of humanity. If an MC came into the picture and offered kindness in the face of a man who thinks there’s nothing but dread leftover after surviving decades of Hell, well, they might be a true beauty.

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princesssarisa · 2 years

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Character ask: Olaf and Kristoff (Frozen)

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Olaf

Favorite thing about them: His general lovability. I like his joy and sweetness, the way his lines blend childlike innocence with dry, deadpan humor (my Norwegian-American mom has praised how authentically Norwegian his understated line delivery feels), the comedy of the various ways his body can come apart and rearrange, and his touching love for his human "family," especially Anna.

Least favorite thing about them: Nothing about his actual character, but I think he's been slightly overused by Disney in spin-off material. But then, Disney often does this with popular sidekick characters. I'm sure that '90s adults felt the same way about Timon and Pumbaa.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I tend to be cheerful and fun-loving most of the time.

*I can be slightly naïve.

*I like warm hugs.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I don't like hot weather.

*I wasn't brought to life by magic.

*I can't rearrange my body parts.

Favorite line:

It's hard to choose because he has so many good lines, but I'll narrow it down to these:

"I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs."

"Oh, look at that. I've been impaled."

"Love is putting someone else's needs before yours."

"Some people are worth melting for."

"I just thought of one thing that's permanent. Love."

"I love happy endings. I mean, I presume we're done, or is this 'putting us in mortal danger' situation going to be a regular thing?"

brOTP: Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and Sven.

OTP: Just happiness.

nOTP: Anna or Elsa.

Random headcanon: Having been created by Elsa and Anna, he's technically their closest living relative, so until Anna and Kristoff have a child, Olaf will be the legal heir to the throne of Arendelle.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think I have one.

Song I associate with them: "In Summer"

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"When I Am Older" is fine too, but I like his first song better.

Favorite pictures of them:

Kristoff

Favorite thing about them: Like Olaf (though in a different way), he's a likable character in general. Strong, smart, and down-to-earth, yet quirky and funny, with a nice character arc of becoming less misanthropic and learning to love Anna, and then of course there's his steadfast, selfless devotion to her by the end of the first film and throughout the sequel.

Least favorite thing about them: His belief that all men eat their boogers. But more seriously, I do think his romance with Anna in the first film is a little underdeveloped. I'm glad the sequel reveals that they don't actually become engaged until three years later.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I have some Scandinavian DNA.

*I sometimes think animals are better than people.

*I don't care for uncomfortable formal clothes.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm female.

*I wasn't raised by trolls.

*I've never harvested ice.

Favorite line:

From the first film, his snarky dialogue with Anna about getting engaged to a man she just met.

From the second film, his proposal:

Anna, you are the most extraordinary person I've ever known. I love you with all I am. Will you marry me?"

brOTP: Sven, Olaf, and Elsa.

OTP: Anna.

nOTP: Any member of his troll family.

Random headcanon: He's partly of Northuldra descent. This reconciles the original claims when the first film came out that he was Sámi with the sequel's introduction of Sámi-like people whom he doesn't belong to.

Unpopular opinion: I'm not sure if this is unpopular or just disagreeing with a few loud critics, but Anna's reliance on him in the first film isn't "anti-feminist." The idea that a strong heroine should be able to do everything by herself is nonsense, especially when she's a sheltered princess venturing out into a frozen wilderness and climbing a mountain for the first time.

Song I associate with them:

"Reindeers Are Better Than People"

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"Lost in the Woods"

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Favorite pictures of them:

@true--north, @the-blue-fairie, @themousefromfantasyland, @superkingofpriderock, @ariel-seagull-wings

#character ask #frozen #frozen 2 #disney #olaf #kristoff #ask game #fictional characters #animated film

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nightwingshero · 2 years

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I’m choosing random numbers from the extreme detailed question

1, 16, 20, 35, and 53 for any oc(s) of your choosing.

Thank you, love!!!!! I decided to do Virane (since the questions you asked were safe and won’t contain spoilers).

1. Age, Birthday, Star Sign

Virane is about 534 years old. Her and her sister are about two years younger than Mor. The birthday is a bit hard, because while I assume that in ACOTAR they have the same dates and such as we do, its never really confirmed. But I would say that she’s born deep into winter. Choosing her star sign was so impossible, I almost made her an Aquarius, but it didn’t quite fit and that’s because not one sign really does fit her. But that’s because she’s on the cusp of two signs. And I’ve been really back and forth on this, because there are different sides of her, but ultimately...I think she’s an Aquarius-Capricorn mix. She’s a good mix of air and earth, and I very back and forth between that one and the Sagittarius-Capricorn cusps. But Sagittarius was just a tad bit too much for her, though she does have a bit of fire in her, she is very fierce and can have a bit of a fiery temper. It just wasn’t so embedded into her personality to warrant a fire sign. She’s eccentric, but also very grounded. Aquarius-Capricorn gives her the capability of being a good leader on the battlefield and also a great conversationalist elite as an emissary, and it just works so much better for her personality. You can read here for more.

16. Can they drive?

There are no cars in ACOTAR, but there are different forms of transportation. Now, since she’s from the Winter Court, they can’t have horses--its too cold. They do have great carved sleighs that are pulled by velvet-antlered reindeer. Its a huge misconception that the Fae from that court ride bears, especially into battle, but that’s not correct. Granted, Virane tried on a dare when her, her sister Vivane, and Kallias were younger, but it was a huge mistake. But its seen as disrespectful to ride the bears, and they are very proud, and a lot of Fae have made comments about it, some crude and extremely insulting. Its a stereotype many from their forces (soldiers and guards) joke about and its said to Virane’s face often. There is a moment where someone says some really bad things to her and it does not end well for him mostly because of Azriel; but overall, its not something she will tolerate. She has become well-adapt at handling those situations with her silver tongue.

20. Clothing/Aesthetic

I just started a Pinterest for her, actually, so I will link it. But Virane has different clothing and aesthetic choices going for her. If she’s in a dress (for court or emissary reasons), it will most likely be light or dark blue with silver accents, sometimes lined with fur and sometimes lined with very fine fabric that helps with the uhhh imagination. Kinda Elsa like, but not at the same time. But she’s more likely to be wearing a tunic and tights, same colors with fur--which is often white or grey. Obviously she’ll have high boots with fur on the inside. Her hair is long, so its usually half up (like pined back with small braids throughout), in an elegant braid, and sometimes its completely loose. At a certain point, those blues are later incorporated into black as she associates more and more with the Night Court, and it so happens to match Azriel and his own aesthetic. Pinterest board is here.

35. What are they like as a friend?

Virane is FUN as a friend, but the side you get depends on what kind of friend you get. No, she does not have a personality disorder, she’s just...she’s very observant and careful, and there’s a difference between being court friends and being friend friends. If its diplomatic, Virane is very welcoming and accommodating. She will be very dutiful but also keep it light and her sense of humor will follow, and in this, she’s more of a listener and is excellent at keeping it professional and yet enjoyable. Now, if you are close friends, you’ll get a bit more of that exciting part of her. She’s a very witty and sarcastic person, but not in the dry sense. Its only dry when she’s pissed. Her sarcasm and wit are more light and teasing, very playful and she wants you to play in return. Virane is energetic and will go out to places with you, even if its a bit spontaneous. She doesn’t always like last minute things, and as an emissary, surprises aren’t welcome. But if she likes you enough, she’ll let it slide. But do not be shocked if her social battery drains faster than normal. She’s good at portraying an extrovert, but she’s an introvert to the core. Honestly, she can be a bit of both, but she has a tendency to recharge more while alone. But she’s loyal and she’s honest, she’s not one to sugarcoat things for you because you won’t like it, but its because she cares about you. But she’s very dependable. Her as an ally or a friend is definitely a good thing. You wouldn’t like it if it went the other way.

53. Expectations vs Reality: what did you expect and what did you get with this character?

I didn’t really know what to expect with her, though I suspect that she was going to start of a bit softer than how she turned out. I thought maybe sensitive, emotional, deep, someone with a deep love for animals, and just...I don’t know, maybe even a bit of a nerd in her own way? Like...Ice Princess meets Sugar Plum whatever or something like that, I don’t know. But I thought that would be where she went. A warm hearth of a person in the Winter Court. Well...she did kinda turn out to be a bit of a flame, but not in the same way I pictured. And I mean that in the sense of how she draws people in (a moth to a flame). Virane has some heat to her, she’s passionate and fierce, which is what led to her being a fighter. Which wasn’t the original plan, if I’m being honest. I wasn’t sure about making Azriel, who is an amazingly good fighter, an oc that could hold her own like that, and I had my reasons for it. But Virane took it, honestly. She took that and became an emissary as she started to grow. There’s a bit of wildness she took that threw me off (and its why I struggled with her star sign, I really considered giving her a fire sign because of it) but I let her have it along with her charisma, intelligence, and determination. It also kind of shocked me, because while I didn’t picture this for her in the beginning, but she does have a tendency to be alone, especially at night. She likes to sit in the windowsill and watch over the land. She likes the dark or the room dimmed a bit, enough to let shadows dance from the hearth she has in her bedroom. And I think that’s a tie to Azriel’s shadow deal, but that’s also something I didn’t intend for her. Virane became a very self-assured person and chose the role she wanted, or at least volunteered for what was eventually chosen for her. And she came out a lot better than originally planned.

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mi4014laurenmcsorley · 1 year

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I like this scene as an animation as it feels it is a very important moment to the film and the character, Mirabel, this is the character realising that despite being born into the family she is not seen as an equal to any of her family members and is an outsider for something she cannot control.

The scene is her, quite literally, wishing on the miracle that made her family special but some reason didn't have her obviously special, though it is shown later she is special in her own way and what the family needs more than any magical gift.

Animation wise, I love the way Disney have done the skirts as this was the thing that amazed me most, the way that they have created them so naturally looking and the way they flow, as well as the hair and the steps they had to do to get to be able to animate all the different hair types. I also enjoyed the fire works and the natural look to the animation but the hair and the skirts were my favourite

Hair

To create the unique hair that appears in Disney’s Encnato (2021) Disney took previous programs and techniques, such as ‘I-groom’ that was first used in Bolt and ‘Quick silver’ first used in Moana, and techniques used and created for Tangled, the combination allowed for a variety of curls to be made and represented.

Using the s shape curl and the hair shading in Moana allowed for the hair colours and shading to be improved and for the programmers and animators to be able to develop the different types of coils by building upon the s curl. At that point Disney hadn't yet worked on helical coils, the improvement of these programs is significant because it allowed Disney to represent all types of hair curls from 1A to 4C. Mirabel, the main character had type three ringlets which were tighter in more places than others; animators then also focused on the curl direction and how the strands all reacted to each other, making sure nothing was symmetrical yet all kept its flow and shape.

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Disney hair evolution

Encanto

Cloth mechanics

Hair - all types of curls- new programs- never done before only experimented in coco

Representation

Natural movement

First disney movie to represent full range of hair textures from 1a to 4c

Decade of innovation

First major hair animation in 3d- tangled

Simulation- automated the movements of hair, fur and cloth- only simulated hair before was in bolt

Dynamic wires- program created- combined physical simulation and laws to determine laws that defied physics- allowed fir animators to to twist and turn in ways they needed

Sculpting- using tubes to determine how hair would fall and flow- predecessor to tonic - hair grooming software disney still use

Bolt

Developed igroom to work on short haired characters

Igroom + tube wasnt enough for braided looks in frozen

New software- tonic- volume based toom- group hairs together on ah head and move and direct those sections in desired ways- several weeks process down to days

Used for wolves, horses and reindeers etc

Had to make sure braided parts of Elsa’s braids wouldn’t crash into each other

Moana

First curly wavy hair

Sculpting s shape curls - never made before by disney- don pose or catch on each other

Expanded tonic- curls hair up- wanted to hold the look and keep the volume and did not collapse and fall flat

Elastic rod model - how hair keeps twists and springiness through different elements/ compression etc

New hair program- quick silver- combined rigging and grooming controls- put hair into starting pose and engine would determine the movement

Darker hair broke new ground

Shader now could handle different hair

Encanto

Shading improvements from moana allowed for rich shades in Encanto’s

S shape curl appeared on some characters

Had Not yet worked out helical coils

Mirabel type 3 ringlets- tighter in some places

Added more coils into tonic

Curl direction - nothing symmetrical

Referenced live videos to work out hair movements and how it would react to situations

Did all strands react naturally

How all hair types moved and reacts

First disney film to represent all hair textures 1a-4c

Igroom used for embroidery

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Hello you mrs. used to work at a restaurant, now a full time mother of one and is getting gray hairs lefty eyebag 😅 you did pretty good, I like my nickname hahaha

Oh no, if you want you can rant about your day to me. Do your anxiety attacks come pretty often?

I still have this really bad headache. I don't like it, I hate headaches because then it makes my eyes hurt too.

You sound so organized. I remember doing fifo when I used to work at a grocery store. Do you like watching videos of ASMR where the people are stocking their pantry and organizing it all nice and pretty?

Nooo I really don't know my type anymore I swear! I mean some traits haven't changed but it's hard to explain. I don't wanna ramble and bore you haha

Emily has good taste in her favorite princess lol second favorite is definitely Elsa and if I had a third, it might be Jasmine.

Don't apologize for rambling I don't mind knowing more about you and stuff. So when you say raspy, like Scarlett's raspy voice?

The word that makes me cringe is "moist", it's so awkward. That and the R word that people would use to describe others who are mentally ill or autistic. I can't even say or type it because it makes me mad to think about it.

Hahahahaha I love that clip! STELLAAAAAAA. He is so funny as Cam. Do you know that one episode where they were going to watch the eclipse? And Cam was all slathered in lotion and dressed in all white??

- CuriousGeorge

Hahaha yaaay im glad you like your nickname from me. lol.

oh its okay. It's just a living situation with my father in law. We have been having some disagreement and argument for a while, regarding parenting. remember when i told you that it takes a lot for me to get real mad or dislike somebody? well this is the example. haha. The anxiety I was talking about was kinda related to the issue. It's a long sorry, i dont wanna force u listen to me. don't wanna scare u away. lol

oh no, that sucks. headache always annoying. Are you gonna take medicine at all? maybe something like tylenol or motrin or something?

haha no, not really. I'm organized in certain stuff. Sometimes i can be unorganized too. :D

well, i'm not as organized as people who does asmr to their pantry but if i see something really organize, i guess it gives me good feelings. sometimes seeing even a little things that really not match or organized can "tickle" me in an annoying way.hahaha. i dont know if i have OCD or not. maybe i do but not that bad. im not sure about it.

For example, my husband mostly let Em to pick what she wants to wear but sometimes it bothers me if it doesnt match or something. So I always pick her clothes or give her choices that I already set up for her lol. Even for her pajamas or clothes she wears at home which nobody really see it. lol. He always said "It's okay, let her pick n wear what she wants." and I always say "No, it doesnt look good, i dont like it." or "no, it doesnt match / it's too much going on and it drives me crazy." hahahahaha. but dont worry, i dont force it, if after I try to give her choices n she still pick her own, I let her.

Or I like my hangers faces the same way, or my money in my wallet, i like them facing the same way from biggest number to the smallest. lol.

I'm like this with how arrange while loading my dishwasher. I prefer loading it than unloading it. I load my dishwasher like I'm playing tetris game. lol.

The same with our beddings (especially pillowcases). I have an assigned pillow cases for each pillow. lol. like, i want a certain pillow case is put on to certain pillows. so everytime we wash all of our bedding and he helps with putting on the sheets and everything, he doesnt do the pillow cases because I want to do it n i ask him not to do it. lol You probably think "damn, she's weird" right now. lol.

haha it's okay, you wont bother me with your ramble about ur type. I'm all ears or all eyes now. lol.

hahaha those princesses u like are Em's top favorites.

yes, something like Scarlet's raspy or Lizzie's raspy. I think Lizzie's voice is kinda raspy sometimes. I think their raspy voice is sexy.

Hmm.. i'm a little confused why moist bothers a lot of people. I mean i gues it sounds a little weird but i dont know if it's THAT weird.

haha yeah, when u type "STELAAAAAA" i read it with Cam's voice. lol. n yeeeeees! I remember that episode. Cam was on antibiotic medication or something n it says avoid sun exposure and he took it to the next level and then the "dress" that he wears got stuck on the boat's propellers. lol and he had to go to the small store. n i remember when it's dark from the eclipse, he says "hello darkness my old friend." lol.

Speaking about that episode, I have been to that hiking spot where Phil and Claire went. The view was sooooo gorgeous. I remember that there was a huge tree collapse there, it's so big that i had to climb it n i could stand on it and took a pict.

That lake where they were at was called Emerald Bay. It's in South Lake Tahoe.

Next questions?

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

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Hey, what made you think that Vivziepop was stealing/copying other artists for Andrealphus's design?

I mean

It's weird that Viv gave human hair to a bird, and the fact that OG Andrealphus has nothing to do with ice is a massive red flag this guy's ripped off from Elsa.

This isn't the first suspicious design she's* churned out, either. Some o' y'all might remember this image from my Striker redesign post:

Notice these two villainous cowboys with tiny mustaches and nearly-identical eye and eyebrow shapes. They almost look traced, and unfortunately, that's nothing new for Viv.

*(EDIT 8/12/23: Fact check via erinfrostart in the comments: "Viv did not design Striker, one of her designers did. I watched Striker being designed, and as much as I’m no fan of Viv I can confirm he was designed before Long Gone Gulch premiered." Important clarification. Thanks! Others who worked on the show around this time are welcome to share their perspectives as well. I know how the situation appears to me as a viewer, but I'm sorry my phrasing laid blame where it wasn't deserved. I assumed malice where ignorance was the more likely reality. My bad. Now if someone has a convincing, non-theft explanation for Andrealphus, I'd be very curious to hear it.)

But wait, there's more.

It always struck me as odd that Fat Nuggets' original name was Wiggles, which is dangerously close to Waddles from Gravity Falls. And his design from the Addict video sports a ton of similarities. I went ahead and recolored Waddles for the hell of it, and uh...

Also note how Fat Nuggets’ snout is just Waddles’ snout upside down.

Y’all might be thinking "C'mon, Maue. That's a coincidence. How many possible ways are there for a person to design a cartoon pig, anyway?" Quite. A bit.

Look at all the variety in how different artists interpreted the same animal (ok, a warthog's not a domestic pig, but still a pig). This is likely due to their confidence and trust in their own visions, and willingness to draw from real-life inspirations rather than copy other animated productions. When an artist directly "borrows" from another's work, it leaves their own with a faded Xerox-of-a-Xerox quality. It's better to stay true to their own experience rather than mimic an experience manufactured by others.

When designs by two different people (or teams of people) working on completely different projects have as many similarities as Andrealphus has with Elsa, or Fat Nuggets has with Waddles, that’s no accident. That’s calculated.

I’m sure Viv thinks what she’s doing is just an “homage” or some shit, but copyright holders won’t see it that way. Years ago, a client tasked me with designing a Willy Wonka parody character, so I whipped up a dude in my own style with similar hair and clothes. It was innocent enough; I wasn’t trying to rip off anything. I thought the design would help the audience tell it was a Wonka parody while still being its own thing. I thought that would work, but... My client relayed a blunt message from his lawyer basically saying “um NAH don’t fuckin’ use this”, so I changed up the colors and clothing style and it was fine after that.

If Viv continues to pull this shit in Hazbin and Helluva, she’ll find herself in legal trouble. Obviously there’s no such thing as a completely original idea, but this is just lazy. Fortunately, I’m sure at least Hazbin’s design team (less sure about Helluva’s since they let Andrealphus slip through the cracks) will filter out these bad habits and won’t be afraid to tell her “no” now and then. It’s for her own good.

“But Maue”, you might be wondering, “How do we ‘stay true to our own experience’? How do we collect visual references for what we want to make without copying someone else’s design?” Well, this post’s long enough, so I’ll answer that in a subsequent entry. But here’s a hint:

Photos.

‘Til next time.

#ask #shorikissune #character design #hazbin hotel critical #helluva critical #vivziepop #pigs #andrealphus #fat nuggets

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Diapered at Disney - Part 2: A Daycare Far, Far Away

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Note: For everyone here reading this caption, thank you! Tomorrow marks my one-year anniversary since starting this blog (including my brief six-month hiatus lol). It might not be a big number to some but I never imagined I would have 700+ followers, so thank you! This is a follow-up to my very first caption and, although you don't need to read it to understand this one, here's the link. Enjoy!

It had been only a month since Nate had last been to Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge, his favorite park at Disney World. He and his girlfriend Laura had built lightsabers, conversed with stormtroopers, and finished the day with a nice cocktail at Oga's Cantina. But, Nate's life had changed entirely since last month and his experience this time around would be much different.

His girlfriend Laura was now his Mommy, pushing him happily in his made-to-size stroller through the Star Wars park. Last time, he wore a Darth Vader t-shirt that he bought, but this time he didn't even have a shirt. The only article of clothing he had was an oversized diaper around his waist designed to look like R2-D2.

This is the predicament he had found himself every day since his day at EPCOT, which ended with Laura telling him off when he forgot to book their meet-up with Frozen's Elsa and Anna. The next day, everyone saw and treated him as an infant and the day ended with him pooping and cumming himself in front of the two princesses.

Nate had spent the month trying to figure out what caused his situation, but with his lack of motor function he had really just spent it being carted around different Disney parks sucking his pacifier, wetting his diaper, sobbing, or all of the above. But today, he was determined to investigate.

"Does little Nate like the stuffie?" Laura cooed as she waved an Ewok plush in front of Nathan's face. "Yes, he does. Yes, he does!"

No, he didn't. Nate couldn't have had more of a frown if he had tried. He was just waiting for the perfect moment for Mommy... er, Laura... to get distracted so that he could escape the confines of his stroller. The moment came as Laura turned to another shelf full of Porg toys, leaving Baby Nate unattended. Nate immediately began to wriggle his arms violently until they were both over the harness and then pulled the rest of his body from underneath.

Nate immediately took a tumble to all fours. Try as he might, he knew he was embarrassingly no longer capable of walking on his own. He managed to crawl behind the shop's counter. Laura had turned around.

"Nate?" Laura queried. "Nate! Nate! Has anyone seen my baby?" Nate hated to see her like this. She actually did see him as a baby now, rather than a boyfriend. Hell, she showed a lot more care now than she did when they were together. But, Nate had to try to get things back to normal.

Laura had frantically left the store as Nate crawled out from behind the counter. He wouldn't get anywhere fast and he didn't know where he was going, but he may as well start crawling. He made it about thirty seconds before a pair of hands reached under his armpits and began to lift him from the floor.

"No! No! No!" Nate yelled, frantically kicking his legs.

"Hey, little guy," a female voice said. "Are you lost?"

As Nate was cradled in the smaller woman's arms, he saw that it wasn't Laura. It was Rey.

"I can sense you are looking for something," the Jedi said.

Of course. Rey was using her Force Awareness. She could sense how he really felt. "Yes!" Nate shouted. "Yes, I am not a baby. I need to find something in the park that will change my life back to normal."

"Ah yes," Rey responded. "You must be looking for your Mum."

Nate groaned. He should have known better. Whenever he spoke, everyone heard only baby babble. Even the Jedi.

Suddenly, Nate felt a familiar sensation. It was one he had grown especially accustomed to the past month, being scooped up, cradled, and cooed after by so many different women. He didn't mean to, but Rey was attractive and so he couldn't help himself. He came for the hundredth time that month in his diaper despite the fact that his crotch had not been touched.

"Uh-oh," Rey teased. "I know that face. We'll look for your mum, but first, a nappy change."

Nate rolled his eyes as he was carried by Rey to a changing station, which of course was sized appropriately for the grown man as if by magic. Nate groaned as he underwent yet another diaper change as an adult man. He had at least gotten over the incentive to cover his manhood. Nobody batted an eye and Laura would always hold his arms in a lock above his head to make sure she could seal his diaper shut without interference.

So, Nate just lay there staring at the ceiling as he underwent the "nappy" change. Wipes, powder, tape; he knew the routine. But, Rey's diaper change ended a bit differently from Laura's as she began to slip her breasts out from under her top.

"Now, someone looks a bit thirsty," Rey hinted. Nate's eyes widened. Breastfeeding?! Was Rey really going to breastfeed him? Laura had never done that, choosing to bottle feed him instead which was already bad enough. Honestly, Nate's infantile treatment over the past month was so bad that he hadn't even considered this awful possibility.

Nate struggled pushing away from her with as little might as he had. "Nuh uh uh," Rey said waving her fingers across his eyes. Nate immediately stopped struggling. Oh no. She was using a Jedi Mind Trick on him.

"You will love the taste of my breastmilk."

So he did. Despite resisting just a second ago, Nate immediately began rhythmically sucking on Rey's teat and warm milk poured into his mouth. Although his mind tried to fight against it, Nate couldn't help but think it was the best thing he had ever tasted even from before he was caught in this magic spell. So much so that when Rey put her top back on, Nate couldn't stop himself from full-blown crying.

A few pats on the back didn't help, but another Jedi Mind Trick sure did. Nate, tired from the already eventful day, eventually fell asleep on Rey's shoulder as she carried him through the park on his padded butt.

Hours later, he opened his eyes to realize Rey was gone. He saw the familiar sight of bars. The bars of a crib, that is. And the familiar feeling of a wet diaper.

"Welcome to Batuu Nursery and Daycare!" a robotic voice chimed. Nate turned his head around to see a droid standing over the other side of the crib. A droid designed to look like a woman. "My name is 4-3DL."

"Messy diaper detected," the robot caretaker said. "Would you like a change?"

"No, no, no!" Nate moaned. "I am sick of all the goddamn diaper changes. I'm an adult, not a baby!"

"Understood."

"Thank you," Nate sighed. Wait. He did a double take. "Whoa! You understand me?"

"Of course," 4-3DL responded. "I am fluent in over six million forms of communication, including baby talk."

"I'm not a baby!" Nate cried. "Please, you have to get me out of this daycare."

"Doing so would go against my protocols," she informed.

Nate rolled his eyes. Just his luck. He pulled himself to a standing position by grabbing and pulling on the top bar of the crib. "Fine," he complained. "I'll do it myself."

With all his strength, he pushed off the cushy crib mattress with one leg, hoisting the other over the crib's railing. In an instant after, a light alarm started blaring and a pair of robotic arms came from the ceiling.

"Alert! Alert!" chimed 4-3DL's robotic voice. "Baby Nate's escaping! Alert!"

Nate gasped as the cold metallic hands placed themselves under his arms and lifted him from out of the crib. Why were they taking him out of the crib? The arms whisked him across the room and placed him face down on a changing table. But Nate still wasn't going to be changed out of his dirty diaper.

The two arms continued to pin him to the table as a third arm appeared and placed its hand on the exposed skin of his butt. Nate's eyes widened as the third hand wound itself back.

"Wait, wait," Nate pleaded. "I'm sorry! Please don't!"

It was too late as the robotic hand systematically and harshly slammed the baby's backside. Nate howled in pain, kicking his legs against the changing table with each brutal smack. "Ow, ow, ow!' Nate cried. "Please fucking stop!" Nate knew that the hand was only slightly tapping his butt, but because of the spell each hit stung like a million sharp needles.

Nate sobbed even harder as a fourth arm administered his punishment for using naughty language, a bar of soap directly into his mouth. The gross, sudsy taste of the soap in his mouth combined with the repeated smacking of the daycare's hands against his ass made Nate cry in hysterics in a way he had not even since he soiled himself in front of Elsa and Anna months ago. Not to mention, Nate couldn't stop himself from wetting his diaper yet again during the painful punishment.

After ten agonizing minutes, the arms placed him sat and facing the wall, causing his drooping, soaked diaper to press up against his crotch. "Fifteen minute timeout," 4-3DL announced. "No movement starting now."

The android's extended arms had disappeared for now, but a still-sobbing Nate didn't dare move. He had undergone intense humiliation the past month from having his girlfriend change his constant messy diapers or being cooed or even breastfed by one of his favorite Star Wars characters. But, he had never been spanked before and the pain of this corporal punishment had hurt more than any pain he felt as an adult.

As he wiped his neverending tears away, Nate accepted his predicament for the first time. Diapers, pacifiers, and stuffed toys were bad, but the spankings were another level. He had to accept that, to avoid more punishment, he must be a good baby boy from now on.

"Timeout's over," 4-3DL said after a while. "Now, would you like your wet diaper changed."

"Yes," Nate responded shamefully. "I would."

Nate laid still for his diaper change and spent the rest of the afternoon in the daycare, quietly watching cartoons and playing with blocks until Rey arrived with his Mommy.

Mommy cradled him, petted his hair, and repeated how she was "worried sick." It was all quite embarrassing, but after his time at the daycare, Nate had to admit it was preferable.

As Nate was placed into his stroller and pushed out of the park exit, he reflected on the time since he was last here. He had hoped to find an answer for this madness while here, but the experience had broken his spirit. Looking back, he felt like an idiot for bragging about how Star Wars was for big boys. Looking down at himself, clothed in a fresh diaper and locked in a baby stroller, he had come to terms with the fact that he wasn't a big boy anymore. He was Mommy's baby boy. And he would be for a long, long time.

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Frozen fanfiction: Søsken

Summary: An accident in the North mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna’s care. And during this time, Anna begins to notice there are peculiar things about Elsa’s life she wished she could understand. Everything starts to make sense after a family reunion.

Modern AU. Kristanna - Frohana - Kristoff & Elsa BrOTP.

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The drive home from the Bjorgmans’ house was quieter than Idunn expected. The fact Elsa had agreed to go home with her didn’t mean things were okay between them, and for a short moment, Idunn had completely forgotten about it. It made the journey more awkward than it was supposed to be, and she couldn’t blame her daughter for it.

Idunn wished there was something she could say or do to make Elsa feel more at ease around her. She didn’t care if she didn’t get the chance to talk to Elsa about their past at all; all she wanted was to help her, show her she could trust her, and offer her a second home. Even when she knew she couldn’t offer Elsa more than the Bjorgmans had already given her, she wanted to be there for her anyway she could.

When she parked the car in front of the house, she turned to Elsa and offered her an encouraging smile. "Here we are," she said, hoping she could show her there was nothing to be nervous about. She then offered Elsa her umbrella.

"I'm soaked, Idunn," said Elsa, shaking her head. She saw no reason in accepting it after she had spent half the morning under the rain. "There's no use for the umbrella now."

Idunn agreed with her reasoning but still felt like she should avoid getting even more wet than she already was. "Can you run to the door, then?" She questioned as she opened her own door and kept the umbrella for herself. "It's raining even harder than before." Once Elsa nodded yes, she got out of the car and hurried to the front door.

Elsa watched Idunn run and wondered what was the point of using an umbrella if she was going to dart to the door anyway. She couldn't avoid comparing it with something Anna would do and it made her smile. Shaking her head, she picked her bag and got out of the car. She hurried to the front door as well and got there by the time Idunn had opened the door wide for her to enter. As soon as she was standing in the hall, Elsa wringed out her hair and clothes as much as possible.

"Wait here. I’ll get you a towel," said Idunn the moment she saw Elsa doing everything in her power to get dry. She didn't wait for her daughter to say anything and simply disappeared into a room. When she returned, she walked to where Elsa was still standing and put the towel on her shoulders. She asked for her bag and hung it on a coat rack by the door. Elsa didn't get to thank her, before she disappeared once again and got her some dry clothes.

“I thought you could wear one of Anna’s t-shirts and a pair of her trousers while yours dry,” Idunn said as she handed Elsa the clothes. “I also brought a hoodie, in case you were cold.”

Elsa smiled politely at her and accepted the clothes, though she wasn’t sure where she could go to change.

Idunn soon noticed Elsa had no idea what to do now that she had a towel hanging from her shoulder and Anna’s clothes in her hands. So, she offered the bathroom for her to change. “Sorry, I’m so used to Anna being the one in this situation. She doesn’t care too much about propriety and simply changes her clothes in the hall,” she chuckled as she explained Anna’s usual behaviour. “The door opposite the staircase is the bathroom. You can change your clothes there and leave your wet ones to dry.”

Elsa nodded and mumbled a thank you before she did as told. She was truly thankful for Idunn’s hospitality, but she still felt out of place inside her house. She had been uncomfortable the night she had come with Kristoff and now she truly felt like she didn’t belong in that place. To calm herself down, she reminded herself constantly that she was supposed to be there for a few minutes or an hour, not more than that, and then she could go back home.

She finished changing her clothes and then looked at herself in the mirror. It was at that moment she understood Idunn’s concern. Anna’s dry and clean clothes did nothing to hide how awful she looked. She was paler than usual and the dark bags under her eyes showed how little sleep she had had the night before.

Running into Idunn had helped her in a strange way to distract herself from her problems after all. Laughing to herself, she thought there couldn’t be a better way to forget about your problems than getting into new ones, though she was certain it wasn’t the healthiest way to deal with them.

She let her hair down and combed it several times, trying to look as presentable as possible. She wasn’t sure if Anna was in the house but she didn’t want to risk running into her looking so miserable. She knew her sister wouldn’t stop pestering her until she told her exactly what was wrong. And she didn’t know how to keep herself under control if the dam broke. Avoiding the issue was the best thing she could do inside the Arendelles’ house, and for that she needed to look as presentable as possible. She redid her braid and, taking advantage of her wet hair, she froze her hair in place. She usually used that trick whenever she had to leave the house in a rush, and she was glad she could pull it off so quickly. She looked at herself one more time, muttering a few encouraging words at her reflection, and finally came out of the bathroom. Idunn was nowhere to be seen, but she heard some noise coming from one of the rooms. If she remembered correctly, the kitchen was in that direction, and so she followed the sound hoping to find the older woman.

Idunn smiled brightly the moment she saw her daughter at the kitchen door. She was surprised to see her hair done so perfectly in such a short time, but she didn't think too much about it. It was good to see Elsa look much better now that she wasn't soaked to the bone. Her downcast expression was still present, but at least she didn't look so beaten anymore. "Do you want to eat something?" she said, hoping a good meal could help improve Elsa's mood. "It's almost midday. I'm sure you must be hungry."

"Not really," said Elsa. Truth be told, she hadn't eaten anything in the last twelve hours, but she didn't feel like eating regardless. "Thanks."

"Do you like tea? I can make some…"

"It's okay, Idunn," insisted Elsa. "You don't need to do anything for me."

“Of course I do…” ‘I’m your mother,’ was what she really wanted to say, but instead she settled for, “You’re my guest. Is peppermint tea okay?”

“Yes… I guess it is.”

Idunn’s smile became slightly bigger than before and Elsa felt guilty for wanting to get out of the house as soon as possible. It was clear Idunn was trying hard to make her feel welcomed, and she couldn’t deny she was being very thoughtful even when the situation was awkward to both of them.

“Come on in,” said Idunn once she noticed Elsa was still standing by the door. “Please take a seat.” Once her daughter was sitting, she decided to go on talking, “you know, peppermint is Anna's favourite tea.”

“I think she's mentioned it before,” said Elsa, remembering a few times Anna had asked for that specific kind of tea. After a moment in silence, Elsa said, “I thought Anna would be home…”

“Umm… No. She stayed at Kristoff's last night.” Idunn continued with her task in the kitchen while she talked. “They are quite a pair, those two.”

“She makes Kristoff really happy,” Elsa agreed with a small smile.

“She's been a lot happier ever since Kristoff walked into her life too.”

Idunn then looked at Elsa over her shoulder and a wistful smile drew on her face. After years of wondering what had happened to her eldest daughter, she was finally able to spend a few minutes in her company. It wasn’t exactly the way she had hoped to meet Elsa, but she was happy nonetheless. She couldn’t count the times she had wished for Elsa to be by her side the way she was right now. If she made an effort, she could pretend they were simply mother and daughter waiting for the rest of the family to get back home.

She put the kettle over the fire and turned around, leaning on the counter to look at Elsa while the water heated. It was surreal to think the woman sitting at her kitchen table was the baby she had once held in her arms. It made her realise how fast life had gone by, and how much she had missed for her stupid actions.

It didn’t take long for Elsa to notice Idunn’s inquisitive look, and she raised her gaze to look at her as well. Elsa didn’t say anything in particular and it was obvious she was making a conscious effort not to lock eyes with her. But still, Idunn understood the silent request. It was clear the unwanted attention made her uncomfortable.

Feeling stupid for putting Elsa in that awkward situation, Idunn turned her back to her once again and made sure she had everything she needed for their tea. Once the water boiled, she arranged the teacups and teapot on a silver platter and walked back to the table where Elsa was sitting. While she was arranging the things on the table, Idunn noticed the way Elsa kept biting her lip and playing with a thin bracelet on her left wrist. She tried to pay a look at the piece of jewellery discreetly, but Elsa’s hand kept getting in the way.

“So… Elsa—” she began to say once she sat on the opposite side of the table, but Elsa interrupted her suddenly.

“Maybe I shouldn't have come,” said Elsa sincerely. She had regretted her decision as soon as she had sat inside Idunn’s car for a second time. But now that Idunn was sitting in front of her — ready to talk to her — Elsa felt like she couldn’t pretend anymore.

“Wha– what?” said Idunn, taken aback. She thought they had been doing so well, despite the circumstances. She was aware of Elsa’s discomfort but she thought they had found a common ground. “No, don't say that. Staying under the rain was simply—”

“I can't do this. Not today.” Elsa was having a hard time keeping her powers in check. She was more nervous than she let on. Not to mention how tired she felt. All she wanted was to go back home, wherever that was… Gerda wasn’t home. The mountain wasn’t a good place to be either. She just didn’t know where to go anymore, but she was certain the Arendelles’ house was not where she wanted to be. “I'm sorry. It's just–” she tried to find the words to explain the way she felt without sounding too harsh, but she had no idea what to do. “I don't know how to talk to you. I don't know what to say to you. I can’t do this…”

Idunn smiled sadly at her daughter, understanding how difficult this was for Elsa too. Her daughter had lived all her life with the idea her parents weren’t there. They had simply vanished and left her in the worst place a child could be. And then, when she had finally found a family of her own and she was starting to heal, Agdar and she showed up in her life. No-one in Elsa’s situation would know what to do, or how to react. And Idunn had to be thankful she was still willing to be on speaking terms with her.

“You don't need to do or say anything, sweetheart,” said Idunn, trying to calm her down. She tried to put her hand on top of Elsa’s but she pulled away, avoiding physical contact. Idunn hid her pain as best she could and said, “we don't need to talk about anything that makes you uncomfortable. All I want is to make sure you have a place to stay until you can go home. I want you to feel better… You seem to be in the doldrums.”

Elsa stayed quiet for a moment and finally admitted, “I don't know what that means…”

“Sad,” she explained patiently. “It means you look sad. Please, Elsa, it's still raining a lot. Just stay here a few more minutes and then I’ll take you home. I promise.”

Elsa didn’t meet her eyes, but nodded nonetheless. She wasn’t sure about it, but she had no other place to go. She guessed she could do it as long as they didn’t talk about their pasts.

Understanding exactly what Elsa needed, Idunn tried to come up with a topic of conversation. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re wearing a bracelet,” she said once she was certain Elsa wasn’t going to run out the door. She guessed talking about mundane things could help her relax a bit more.

Elsa raised her head and looked at Idunn confused about the change of topic.

“Anna wears some jewellery when she goes out or when we have a special dinner, but she never entertained the idea of wearing bracelets, rings or necklaces on a daily basis…”

“Oh, I– I do. I guess,” Elsa said, looking at the bracelet she always wore on her left wrist.

“May I see it?”

“Umm… Sure.” Elsa extended her left arm, making sure the palm of her hand was pointing to the ground so Idunn wasn’t grossed out by the blood on her precarious bandage, and she wasn’t exposed to her powers, in case something went wrong.

Idunn moved her chair so she got closer to Elsa and tried her best not to touch her hand. The way she had reacted before told her Elsa didn’t enjoy physical contact and she planned to respect her boundaries. “It’s beautiful,” she said as soon as she could pay a close look at it. The bracelet was thin and delicate. A beautiful flat chain made of white gold with a small snowflake engraved on its clasp. Idunn could tell it was made of real gold, it was certainly an expensive piece.

“Mum gave it to me,” said Elsa absentmindedly.

From the day she found out Elsa Bjorgman was her Elsa, Idunn tried to accept the fact Gerda was irrevocably her mother. But no matter how hard she had tried to come to terms with it, she still felt sad when Elsa called Gerda mum so naturally. “A birthday present?” she asked, trying to keep the conversation going and ignoring her unfounded envy.

“Umm… no. I don’t– I don’t celebrate my birthday,” Elsa admitted timidly.

“What? Why?” Idunn could see Elsa was unsure to talk about it, but her curiosity got the best of her.

Elsa looked at her and then at the table between them. “No reason.”

It took Idunn a moment to understand. They had left her with nothing but a name when she was a baby. There was no way she could know when her birthday was. The fact Elsa didn’t celebrate it was yet another thing Agdar and she had taken from her. “Oh… Elsa,” she exclaimed, feeling terrible for what they had done. “I'm so sorry. I—”

“She gave it to me when I moved to the mountain,” Elsa said, interrupting her apology. She didn’t mind talking about the bracelet. But she didn’t want to discuss anything related to her past. “She said it was a way of keeping the family close. She had it engraved for me.”

Idunn didn’t know what to say to Elsa after that. She still wanted to apologise, but she had promised to keep the conversation light and simple so they could pass the time together. It was more than obvious that’s what Elsa wanted too. Feeling conflicted, Idunn remained quiet for a few minutes. Elsa did the same, clearly aware of the awkward situation.

Thinking it was best to do something productive instead of looking at the table between them, Idunn said, “Can I see your hand again? Maybe I could help you with your injury.”

“There isn't much you can do,” said Elsa, looking at the still wet bandages. “Unless you know how to give stitches.”

“No, I don't. I'm sorry,” said Idunn, sad she couldn’t help. “Let me change that piece of cloth into some dry bandages at least. Can I do that?”

Elsa nodded, knowing it was best to do something about it while Idunn, happy to be of help, said she’d look for her first-aid kit.

A few minutes later, Idunn reappeared through the door with a small box containing all the things she could need to heal Elsa’s hand — at least momentarily. She was nonplussed the moment she took Elsa’s wet bandages, the wound on her hand looked deeper than she had imagined. She had been expecting something smaller, easier to treat.

“Elsa,” she called her daughter’s attention. “What happened?”

Elsa wasn’t surprised by Idunn’s reaction, she knew it probably didn’t look good. “I cut my hand with a piece of glass.”

“Are you positive you don't want to go to the ER? It must hurt a lot.”

“I can wait till Gerda sees it. It doesn't hurt as bad as it did last night.”

“Last night?!” Idunn couldn’t understand why she’d wait so many hours to find some help. Especially if she was covering the wound with such precarious bandages. “Why didn't you call someone?”

“Marshall — a friend” clarified Elsa. “He was there with me. He helped me take care of it.” It wasn’t exactly how things had played out the previous night, but it was all she was willing to share.

“Well, he didn't do a good job,” she answered, surprised that was the best her friend could do to treat a wound. “Next time, he could help you get to the city instead.”

“It's my fault,” said Elsa suddenly, trying to defend her friend. “He tried to help me but something happened…”

Idunn became aware of Elsa’s downcast eyes the moment she admitted that. “Is this thing that happened the reason you are in such low spirits today?” It wasn’t her place to ask, but maybe if Elsa could confide in her, she’d feel better.

Elsa hesitated for a moment, unsure if she wanted to tell Idunn what she had done. Even if she was her biological mother, she didn’t know the woman. The few things she did know was thanks to Anna and the letters they had shared, but it wasn’t enough to know the way she’d react. After all, she had hurt another person with her powers.

“Even if it’s hard, talking about these things usually helps a lot,” said Idunn, hoping Elsa would give her a chance.

“I…” She didn’t know what to do. There existed the chance Idunn could actually give her some good advice and help her see what was best for her to do.

“Yes?”

“Last night I—”

“Idunn, you left your car’s lights on!” Came Adgar’s voice from the hall interrupting Elsa. “Where are your keys?”

“Agdar!” said Idunn, surprised by the interruption. “You're home early.”

“We decided to leave work before we fired that incompetent lad,” he continued talking from the other room. “This is what we get for hiring unprofessional people. Wasting our time at the office on a Sunday just to fix their mistakes, unbelievable.”

Idunn looked at Elsa and muttered an apology before she stood up and walked to the kitchen’s door to see what her husband was doing. “Agdar, we’ve got company…” she warned, not knowing what he would say next.

Elsa, on her part, remained silent in her seat, not knowing what to do. It was logical for Agdar to show up. That was his house after all, but knowing he was there made Elsa a lot more uncomfortable than she already was.

“What do you mean by company?” asked Agdar as he walked into the kitchen. He froze in his place when he saw Elsa sitting at the table. “Elsa!” he exclaimed, enthusiastically. “I wasn’t– I didn’t expect you to be here!”

“Hello…” said Elsa, unsure of what to say or do. His excitement to see her was quite obvious, making her feel partially guilty for ignoring his letters.

“Elsa is killing some time here while she waits for Gerda to get back home.” Idunn wasn’t sure if that truly explained what had happened earlier that morning, but it was a start.

“What?” said Agdar, still baffled by Elsa’s visit. “Is everything okay?”

“Idunn, could I use your bathroom, please?” interrupted Elsa, hoping to buy herself some time and get a grip on her emotions. Seeing Agdar again made her feel uneasy. She couldn’t get out of her head the argument they had had the last time she was at their house, and she wasn’t sure how to act around him.

“Sure thing, dear,” said Idunn.

“Thank you,” mumbled Elsa, as she walked past them.

Once Elsa was out of sight, Agdar turned to his wife and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Should I be excited? Concerned? Please tell me something. Did you arrange this meeting?”

“Calm down,” hissed Idunn, hoping Elsa didn’t hear his overexcitement. “I'll explain everything in a moment.”

“Will she stay for dinner? Is she willing to talk things through?”

“I said stay calm, please,” repeated Idunn, grabbing his hands and forcing him to let go of her. “I don't know,” she said in a low tone of voice. “I don't think she'll stay much longer. I ran into her by accident.”

“Where?”

“Sit down. I’ll try to explain everything before she comes back.”

---

Elsa locked the door as soon as she stepped into the bathroom and drew a deep breath in. She wasn’t in the right mood to talk to her birth parents. She didn’t even know if she’d ever be in the right mood for it. But now that Agdar was back home, she didn’t have many options. Either she left now or she stayed and risked talking about her past with people she barely knew.

She looked at herself in the mirror once again, as she wondered what to do. Leaning over the sink, a sharp pain made her notice her injury was still exposed. Idunn had taken the bandages off but she hadn’t got time to replace them. Once again, she cursed Agdar for arriving at the worst possible time. She still needed to bandage her wound before she could walk out the door. Not to mention she could still hear the pouring rain outside, making it harder for her to leave without Idunn trying to stop her.

She washed her face with her good hand and took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. She could feel the ice tickling under her skin, but it was nothing like the night before. She knew she still had her powers under control and that was a good sign.

Making up her mind, she looked at herself in the mirror one last time, muttered a few encouraging words and returned to the kitchen before her absence would call their attention. To her bad luck, she couldn’t hide inside the Arendelles’ bathroom until the rain stopped.

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“Elsa!” said Agdar as soon as she walked into the kitchen. Once again, his eagerness to talk to her didn’t go unnoticed by Elsa. “There you are. I’m sorry I interrupted your conversation with Idunn earlier. I didn’t know we had company. I apologise for my verbosity. I usually do that when I’m preoccupied with work.”

Since the first day she had met the Arendelles, Elsa thought Anna was more similar to her mother than her father — besides the colour of her hair which was certainly Agdar’s. But now that she heard him talk, she couldn’t ignore how similar the two of them talked. Both of them seemed to say everything that came to mind when they were excited; the only difference was Agdar's choice of words was a bit harder for her to follow.

“I’m sorry I came unannounced,” she answered, unsure if Agdar was the kind of man who didn’t like visits.

“Don’t worry about it. Idunn here was telling me how the two of you ran into each other.” Standing up from the chair she had previously been sitting on, he said, “Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you for your hospitality. But maybe it’d be better for me to go.” Elsa could see how disappointed he looked, but she had made up her mind. Even with her wound exposed, she thought it was best to leave.

“There’s no need.”

“Are you sure you don't want to call Gerda beforehand?” Idunn tried to persuade her. All she needed was to buy some time, enough for her husband to feel like he had spent some time with Elsa too.

“She sometimes does grocery shopping on Sunday mornings. I'm sure she must be back home already.” Elsa hoped that was the case, it wasn’t like she wanted to stay under the rain for several hours until Gerda returned from who-knows-where.

“You could still stay for a little longer,” offered Agdar, hoping his daughter would stay at least for a few more minutes. “We could talk. The three of us, I mean.”

“I'd rather go,” Elsa insisted. She guessed being honest was the best choice. “No offence.”

“None taken.” Idunn stood up from her chair as she spoke, willing to take Elsa home if that was what she truly wanted. “Maybe some other time?” she asked, hoping the answer would be yes. Deep down, there was nothing she wanted more than for Elsa to stay. But there was no point in forcing her to do so, she was certain it would do more damage than good.

“I’m not sure…”

“Please, Elsa,” said Agdar more emphatically. “We need to talk. There's no reason to delay this conversation.”

"I don't think it's necessary." She wasn’t ready. And she didn’t know if she’d ever be.

"Well, I do," said Agdar, convinced they couldn't let the opportunity slip. "We need to make amends"

"No,” said Elsa, sounding a lot more confident than she imagined. At first, she didn’t want to hurt Anna’s family with a resounding no, and she had hoped they got the message; but Agdar wasn’t helping. “That's what you need.”

“I think we are all part of this, Elsa,” Agdar said, trying to reason with her. “I know our actions have hurt you deeply but, please, try to understand where we stand.”

Elsa's patience was running thin, and with it, her control over her powers. She still had the situation under control, but she didn’t want to test her limits. And deep down, she knew she didn’t need to stay and listen to Agdar’s demands.

“I’m going home. Thank you for your help, Idunn,” she said sincerely.

Idunn opened her eyes in surprise the moment Elsa addressed her. She had been so concerned about the conversation taking place, she hadn’t really been expecting Elsa to talk to her. By the time she tried to answer, Elsa was no longer in sight. She found her keys as fast as she could and left the kitchen after Elsa.

Agdar followed them, stopping Elsa just as she was about to walk out of the dining room into the hall. "Could you at least tell me why you won't answer my letters? Have you even read them?" he asked, exasperated.

"Agdar!" Idunn couldn't believe her husband was being so insistent with Elsa. She had the right to ignore his letters, but he didn't seem to understand that.

"I just want to know," he answered as he turned to look at his wife. "She's right in front of us, Idunn. This might be the only chance we'll ever get to talk to her."

"It'll be if you don't stop being so demanding!" she hissed.

Agdar's tone did nothing but fuel Elsa’s rising irritation. Suddenly she didn't care about keeping a level head. "Why should I?" She hadn't raised her voice at all, but her question shook Agdar just as if she had.

“What?” he asked, not expecting Elsa to react the way she had.

“Why should I answer your letters? Why should I sit down and talk to you?” asked Elsa, surprising both of them. "Why is it so important to talk to me now?"

For a brief moment, he didn’t know what to say. He was looking at his eldest daughter, asking him something so simple yet so difficult to answer. Why? Why should she listen to anything he had to say? He knew she was right. The only answer was his desire to make things right. To make amends… But that was his selfish need.

She didn't give Agdar enough time to come up with a convincing reason before she went on, "All these years you didn't care if I was still alive or not. You guessed I was out there somewhere, and that was enough for you. Why do you care so much now?"

"Because you are my daughter." For him, that was all it mattered.

"I don't know you," Elsa said bitterly. "And you certainly don’t know me. A couple of months ago I was only Anna’s sister-in-law."

"I know we don't know each other on a personal level yet. I know Idunn and I may not represent anything to you right now, but if you'd just let us—"

"I'm still the same person, you know?"

Agdar and Idunn weren't sure what she meant, so they both stayed silent.

"Anna's sister-in-law and me," she said. "You didn’t want to listen to me then, why do you want to listen to me now?"

"What do you mean I didn't want to listen?" Agdar asked, he wasn’t sure where the conversation was going, but he’d do anything to prove his daughter talking things through was for the best in the long run.

Something inside Elsa snapped at his question, her irritation turning into resentment. Their argument and the way it made her feel still replayed in her mind whenever she thought about the possibility of giving her birth parents a second chance, yet Agdar didn’t seem to remember nor care about it. "What I had to say about Romsdal wasn't important. The things I had experienced didn't matter to you."

"That's not true."

"I was sitting right there!" yelled Elsa, finally losing her temper. She pointed at the table at his back over and over again as she explained, "I was telling you Weselton had done terrible things to me as a child, and you insisted I was exaggerating. You insisted he was a good person!"

Snow began to fall in the dining room, covering the furniture in white powder. The snow wasn’t enough to alarm Agdar and Idunn, but it certainly told them she was reaching a breaking point.

“Elsa, please, calm down,” said Idunn, trying to help her daughter see reason. She didn’t agree with Agdar’s demands and insistence. But she wasn’t going to let Elsa lose control, she knew it was something Elsa could regret.

Elsa looked at Idunn and then realised the snow falling around them. She wanted the snow to leave her alone. She wanted to express the way she felt for a minute without caring about hurting someone around her. She took a few steps backwards, ashamed of herself.

Idunn gave her time to take in what was going on around her. Before she could tell Elsa to ignore Agdar and accept a ride home, Elsa spoke again, sounding a lot more beated than before.

"You couldn't care less about my opinion, nor me as a person.” It was clear she was speaking to Agdar, even though her gaze was fixed on the floor. “You only changed the way you saw me when you realised I was your daughter."

"I—"

"So, please, tell me why should I sit here and talk to you when I know all you want to do is clear your conscience.”

Even if Elsa’s powers had receded, Idunn had to look down and make sure Elsa hadn’t frozen Agdar to the floor by how still he was standing. He was clearly at a loss for words, and for a moment Idunn thought the argument was over.

Elsa looked at them for a moment before she finally left the room, disappearing from their sight. Not thinking twice about it, Idunn followed after her.

“You’re right about us not knowing each other,” said Agdar, still standing in the dining room, unsure if Elsa was still inside the house. “And you may be right about me not giving you the chance to talk and tell your truth — your side of things…”

Idunn turned to look at Elsa by the door and noticed she had stopped dead in her tracks. She didn’t utter a word, giving Agdar the chance to finish his idea.

“That is exactly why we need to have this conversation,” he said, hoping the silence from the hall meant he should keep talking. “I owe you the opportunity to tell me everything you ever wanted. And I owe you the chance to find out who you are.”

“I know who I am.” Elsa said indignantly, turning around just in time to see Agdar join them in the hall.

“Don’t you want to know anything about us? Don’t you have any questions?”

“Questions?”

“Yes,” Agdar sighed in relief. He finally felt like he had caught Elsa’s attention. “I’m sure you must have questions. I want you to finally find answers. I want you to understand why we did the things we did.”

Elsa stayed silent for a moment, thinking about the possibility of asking her birth parents something in particular. Truth was, she wanted to leave. She had no intention of staying. But Agdar’s offer gave her the opportunity to finally answer the question that had kept her up at night for as long as she could remember. “If I hadn't had ice powers, would you have kept me?”

“What?” asked Agdar, startled.

“That’s a question, isn’t it?” Elsa said, not giving in. Agdar was offering the opportunity to find an answer she wanted. An answer she actually needed to help her make up her mind about them.

“Elsa, please, there’s no need to talk about this now,” said Idunn, not liking where this was going. She walked towards her daughter and gently patted her shoulder. “I’ll take you home.”

Even if Idunn’s touch surprised her, Elsa kept her eyes fixed on Agdar’s. “In your letters you say you had problems with your father, as well as money.” She was trying to remember everything Agdar had said to her in his letters. “And I get that. I know what it feels like not to have enough money to cover basic needs — the only reason I’m here today is because I didn’t have enough money for a cab fare.” She could feel Idunn’s worried gaze on her, but she didn't let her distract her. “I can only imagine what it feels like when you need to take care of a child on top of it. But I can't stop wondering, would you have tried harder if I had been normal?”

"We did the best we could," Agdar said, trying to avoid the question.

"Would you have tried harder?" repeated Elsa, ignoring his answer. "Would you have kept me?"

Not feeling comfortable with the answer he should give, Agdar tried to persuade Elsa. "Elsa, that is not—"

"You said you’d answer my questions."

"To talk about this out of context is simply—"

Sick of Agdar trying to answer with twisted words, she begged, "just answer the damn question!"

Agdar tried to find an answer that wouldn't break his daughter's heart, but couldn't. Truth was they would have done a lot more for her if only she hadn't been born with ice powers. "Yes," he said so quietly that Elsa almost missed it. He then kept his eyes fixed on the wooden floor, no daring see hurt written all over her face.

Elsa stayed silent after she heard Agdar’s answer. She was still looking at him, but she couldn’t focus on anything in particular. She felt like she had been slapped, and the whole in her chest became even bigger than before. She felt inmensurable sadness and anger. But this time. The anger wasn't directed to Agdar. She was mad at herself… For hoping, for having faith someone out there could love her and accept her for who she was.

The more she thought about it, the more logic Agdar's answer made. They had kept Anna. Why wouldn't they have kept a normal version of herself?

"Elsa…" Idunn said by her side, but didn't continue, unsure of what to say.

Elsa looked at Idunn and then at Agdar once again. He had finally raised his eyes and she thought it was best for her to say something.

"That's exactly why I don't want to talk to you," Elsa said, her voice low, trying to stop her voice from trembling. "I'm the one who will always end up feeling like a piece of garbage."

"I'm so sorry, Elsa," Idunn said, caressing her daughter's arm. It was freezing, but she didn’t care. She should have never cared about that. "We truly thought we were doing the right thing at the time."

"We loved you," Agdar said, hoping love could fix all of their mistakes.

"Not as much as if I had been normal it seems." Until that moment, Elsa had tried to keep a strong appearance. She had tried to challenge Agdar, showing a brave face. But at that moment, she couldn't stop the tears and snow from falling. Saying it aloud made it more real… more painful.

Shaking his head, trying in vain to erase the pain he felt, Agdar tried once again. He was not going to stand back and watch his daughter suffer for their mistakes anymore. He needed her to give him a chance, to listen to him and hopefully understand their claims were true. They loved her. “I know what we did was wrong. And I understand how you feel but— “

“Let me ask you something…” Her voice, as cold as the snow falling around them, stopped Agdar. “Have you ever been so tired, or in so much pain, you passed out?”

“What?” Idunn exclaimed, alarmed.

“Have you ever been so sick you thought you were going to die?” Tears kept falling down her cheeks.

“No—” He wasn’t sure what to say. He wasn’t even sure if they were rhetorical questions or if Elsa was actually expecting an answer. “What does this have to do with—?”

“Have you ever felt so bad about who you are and the things you do—” she stopped to draw in a breath. She couldn’t control her tears. “That– that you start to believe you deserve every bad thing that has ever happened to you?”

Both parents stayed in complete silence, stunned to hear Elsa open up about the things she’d lived.

“Have you ever experienced that?!” Elsa repeated, letting them know she was expecting an answer.

“No,” Agdar said clearly even though his voice was trembling.

“Then, don't say you understand the way I feel.” She got her point across, pointing at herself repeatedly.

Once again, both Agdar and Idunn stayed in silence. Unsure of what to say or do. There was no nothing they could think of that could help Elsa feel less miserable.

“I’m going home.” She picked her bag, which was still hanging from the coat rack by the door and finally turned around to leave the house.

“I never meant for any of that to happen,” Agdar said, hoping Elsa would trust his word, even if it seemed improbable. “I just wanted to give you a better life. I wanted to help you.”

“Has it ever crossed your mind that all the help I needed was a loving family?” She asked in a low voice. “Someone who would see past the ice and snow and love me all the same?”

“No…” He saw no reason in keeping the truth from her anymore. It was true he had never imagined something so simple could help her overcome the problems her powers caused.

Taking a few deep breaths, Elsa did everything in her power to stop the snow from falling. She focused on her emotions until they were secured behind the wall she had built years ago. She dried her tears and, once she was certain she could walk under the rain without freezing the drops around her, she asked, “Can I go home now, please?”

“Yes, of course,” said Agdar, certain there was nothing else he could say to convince Elsa to stay.

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Elsa hadn’t walked more than a block away from their house when she heard Idunn calling after her. The woman was running under the rain with an umbrella in her hand.

“Elsa, wait!” she said, hoping Elsa would stop for just a moment.

Sighing tiredly, Elsa turned around and faced her. “Idunn, I don’t want to—”

“It’s just the umbrella,” Idunn managed to say in between breaths. She grabbed Elsa’s good hand and forced her to take it. “Keep it. And here’s some money for a cab.” She put the money inside her hoodie’s pocket.

Elsa stayed silent, not knowing what to say. Part of her didn’t want to accept the things she was being given; but on the other hand, she was glad she had a way of getting home faster.

“Go home to your mother and get your wound treated,” Idunn said, patting the back of her injured hand. “I don't want you getting sick.”

Idunn’s gentleness made Elsa feel guilty for everything she had done and said inside her house. She was still ashamed of the snow she had left all over the place. “Idunn… I'm sorry I—”

“Don't,” said Idunn sharply, making Elsa open her eyes in surprise. “Do not apologise. Please. This isn't your fault. Nothing is your fault.” Taking a step closer to her daughter, she cupped her face to make sure Elsa listened to what she was about to say. “I am so very sorry for all the pain we inflicted on you, Elsa. There isn't a day I don't regret what we did.”

“Idunn—” Elsa tried to say, but Idunn stopped her.

“I loved you so, so much.” She had told herself time and time again she was not going to cry, but she couldn’t fight the tears that welled in her eyes. “I still do. I would give anything to take your pain away. Anything.” A sad smile drew on her face, she wished her words could be more than that. She wished there was a way she could turn back time. “I'm sorry Agdar and I can't seem to do anything right. You deserve so much more than what you get. Just know that we didn’t leave you behind because of your powers. We left you because we were powerless.”

Once again, Elsa raised her eyebrows in surprise. She couldn’t explain it, but Idunn’s words felt sincere. Seeing her cry had made Elsa feel empty inside. It just wasn’t right.

“We were Helpless,” she continued. “Our ineptitude made us do the most stupid thing we’ve ever done. The worst thing is, you’re still the one paying the consequences of our actions.”

In front of Elsa was the woman she could have called her mother. There was the mother she had longed for during those lonely nights in Weselton’s clinic. And for a moment, Elsa wondered what her life would have been like if that woman standing in front of her wouldn’t have abandoned her. “Was it really so hard to live with me? To take care of me?”

“No.” Idunn shook her head. “We just didn't know what to do. We were stupid… We still are.”

Idunn’s words sounded so genuine, Elsa felt she owed the woman some honesty too. Before she could stop herself, she said, “I needed you so much when I was a kid…” Elsa felt the tears well up in her eyes as she spoke. “I suffered so much. I was so afraid all the time. I would have given anything to meet you back then.”

“I'm so, so sorry, my love,” Idunn dried a couple of tears from Elsa’s eyes, and she hoped she could make Elsa’s bad memories disappear just the same.

Feeling overwhelmed by Idunn’s closeness. Elsa put some distance between them, and asked, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” she said. “Now and ever. Whatever you need, just say it.”

“Don’t tell Anna I was here. I don’t want her to hate me over this. She loves you, and she loves the idea of us being a family again…” It hurt Elsa to know she was putting more and more distance between Anna’s family and herself after that day, but she couldn’t ignore the way she felt. She wasn’t comfortable around Agdar. And she wasn’t sure she could forgive her birth parents after everything that had happened. “I don’t want to make things more difficult than they already are.”

Idunn was conflicted for a moment, but soon understood Elsa’s reasoning. She knew Anna would never resent her sister over what had happened, but still, she agreed with Elsa. It was best she didn’t find out. At least until they were on better terms. “That’s understandable… This meeting never happened.”

“Thank you.” Elsa offered her a small smile. “And thank you for your help today.”

“Just—” said Idunn, stopping Elsa who was about to go. The moment she turned to look at her, Idunn threw herself in Elsa’s arms, hugging her tightly. “I’m sorry,” she said, aware she wasn’t respecting Elsa’s boundaries. “I just needed to give you one more hug. The one I gave you that night at the orphanage wasn’t long enough… And I feel like I'm losing you all over again.”

Elsa stayed frozen in place. She felt bad for Idunn, but she couldn’t return the hug. Not the way she expected. “I need to go,” she murmured, not knowing what else to say.

“I know,” said Idunn and reluctantly let her go.

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I feel like some dialogues in this chapter are part of my past haha. Some of the things you’re reading now were written over three years ago when I first began to plot this story, together with some scenes from chapter 9 “The storm”. It’s so crazy to think those few lines I wrote in 2018 turned into this. I still can’t believe I’ve written more than 200,000 words and still haven’t finished this story. I can’t believe you guys have this amount of patience. I can’t thank you enough for that.

Anyway, as you can guess, this chapter was written and rewritten, and then rewritten again several times. Not entirely, just the dialogues and the characters’ interactions. Elsa put up a fight against me in this chapter in particular. I think I finally understand what writers mean when they say some characters have lives of their own. No matter how hard I tried, Elsa wouldn’t leave the Arendelles’ house without speaking up her mind, so I let her do as she pleased at the end.

You may find some mistakes here or there, truth is I tried to check for spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes before uploading this chapter, but truth is I am really tired. It’s quite late where I live and I’ve got to work tomorrow, but I didn’t want to make you guys wait any longer. I know some of you were excited to read this chapter! I hope you enjoy it!

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